The flight to the Uk via Air Canada went rather smoothly and I even noticed an airline stewardess smile once! Jim picked me up at Newark which made it a four type of transportation day.....Halifax to Heathrow by air, Heathrow to Kings Crossing via the "tube," Kings Crossing to Newark via train and then Jim in his van at Newark.

Next few days were a blur of digging debauchery with the weekend spent at the "Coil to the Soil" club rally. Met a lot of very nice bouys a digging as well as observing in first person a horde which contained several large Roman coils and a slew of braided bangles!

Another 200 yards to my left and the AT Pro might have found it. As it was I managed a group of buttons, coins and a Roman fantail brooch (photo later in post). Jim's finds were along the same line. Back at the tent was treated to a real thrill as one of the vendors was making hammered coins.

Had a night at the local pub and let me tell you mister man the Guinness went down oh so sweet after a day of afield. Walked so much that day my legs wore down and I had to bum around youz. Purely medicinal by the way as my knees were totally knackered.

Next day was sort of low key as the weather outside and in my brain was a tad off kilter. Enjoyed watching some Kipper TV and feeding the birds in Jim's back yard. A pure delight watching the aerial displays of incoming feeders.

Back in the fields again the next day. Over whelming amount of area for us to cover as the available permission went further than the eye could see.

On this day, for only the second time in my detecting hobby I was skunked. Ironically both times were in the UK. Jim found a cracker hammie which he straightened up that evening. Dickie Danger with a blow torch in his hand me son!

Next day it was back to the same area with both Jim and I hitting Roman. Had been well schooled by Jim on previous UK trips so nothing was thrown away. Hit a target that I was not sure of and looked to me like a clamp that holds a pipe to the side of the house. Called Jim over and all I got was a "Bloody hell that is a Saxon brooch. Cracker find." Guess it wasn't junk. Shortly thereafter me bouy got a Saxon hair pin which gave him some delight. Gridded off a small portion of the field in the hope of finding more......not to be. Must say the Pro was doing the job only going bonkers on one highly mineralized field.

Hit yet another of the fields the following day on a typical UK day filled with clouds followed by a shower .

Only thing of note for this outing was Jim's Fibula or however that item was spelt. Another evening spent at the local pub sucking up some more medicinal Guinness after Jim had prepared a most outstanding feed of lamb. Of course after the pub it was rugby world cup where Canada got royally raped and mugged similar to what faces the Toronto Maple Leafs every time they step on the ice.

Next day we hooked up with Andy (on the right) hitting a few more fields once the "Lewis and Clark Expedition" figured where in the halibut which field we were on. They didn't ask for this colonials help in reading the map.....I was already lost.

Nice day out but not much in the way of finds.

My last full day in the Uk was a total wash out as the skies were opening up big time. Last day was an early start on my way back to the real world. Thanks Jim for putting up with me for the fortnight mate!

Bits and bobs from the trip.

The goods!

Saxon brooch, Roman fantail brooch with a silver Roman.