Old School Detecting
I’d been keeping my eye on
the weather all week and Wednesday was going to be sunny, sunny, sunny. Wrong. Half
an hour after leaving home and while climbing over the Great Dividing Range,
flurries of snow wafted over the road.
Luckily as I descended from
the higher points, the snow disappeared and the sun occasionally peeked from
behind the clouds. Another 45 minutes saw me at my first destination – an old
deserted country school. Two dilapidated buildings still stood, separated by
about 50 metres and a cricket pitch.
Rugged up against the wintery
blast the weather man told me was swirling up from the South Pole, I started
detecting around the oldest building which had once been surrounded by a now
almost non-existent netting fence. I remained outside the phantom boundary for
most of the morning without result, digging the occasional screw top, all the
while hoping for a coin.
Finally a 1922 penny broke
the drought so I stepped through what remained of the fence and continued
detecting around the building. I was getting plenty of iron signals but not
much else and another 30 minutes passed before I bagged my second pre-decimal,
this time a 1943 halfpenny.