After what felt like weeks of being stuck indoors, it was a pure delight to get out into the fields again. The first signal I dug up was a crisp, clear tone, and when I saw it, I had to smile: a beautiful George VI sixpence. First Hole Silver! F.H.S.!
A little while later, the detector gave me another fantastic signal. My heart was hoping, but my brain was telling me, “Don’t get your hopes up.” What came out of the ground was a ‘florin’—a two-shilling piece from an era not so long ago. It’s not a truly ancient coin, and it’s not solid silver, but oh, was it shiny and clean! And, most importantly, it was not a pull tab! The little victories like that are what keep me going.
I know there are detectorists who find more, but two silver coins in a single weekend is a rarity for me, and it made my return to the fields feel truly special. It was a perfect reminder that the stories and treasures are always waiting, just beneath the surface
