Metal Detecting on the Farm

Every day is different at the farm and it is this which I really love about living here. A man has come metal detecting for years-long before I came here and I love listening to his stories of what he has found.

Recently, he came and asked if he could look in the front field-the one nearest the house and, as it was a beautiful crisp autumn day, the farmer suggested I tag along too with the boys.

I told them we were going to hunt for treasure which certainly got their attention and, off we set with the metal detector man, his metal detector and a spade.

We were there for a good hour and on one side of the field, while the alarm was sounding, all we seemed to dig up were tin cans, bottle tops and old nails.

The metal detector man thought we should try either the other side or the middle of the field so off we went.

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you may have seen the few brushes I have had with our ram lambs who must think I am some prize ewe as they keep trying to mount me and this day was no difference as one of them curled his bottom lip down at me-this is basically the sheep version of come to bed eyes.

They soon grew bored thank goodness and we continued on our search.

Our part of the world is prime English Civil War territory and I am pleased to say we found a musket ball on our search. In metal detecting terms, they are two-a-penny but I was pleased and he let me keep it.

If treasure is found, the person doing the metal detecting usually splits any treasure 50/50 with the land owner.

Being the Tudor history fan that I am, I would love to find an old coin. This metal detector, did show me a coin he found dating back to 1604. I was amazed. He didn’t find it here, but I enjoyed marvelling at it nonetheless.