A Berry Good Day Detecting

Inferiority Complex – Circa 2012

A few years ago I made this comment on my fledgling blog :

In the last couple of weeks I have been banned from a metal detecting forum, received an email that said, ‘there is something about you that I don’t like’, told that my writing is ‘crap’, and seen advice to members of a forum not to click on any of my links because they may contain a ‘trap’ and might ‘ravage your computer’. No wonder I have an inferiority complex.  

But I am still here – despite the inference from an infamous blogger with a rhino-like epidermis that I am ‘thin-skinned’. So, what crap have I got in store for you today? And what was the catalyst for this post?


Stephen Grey

This is the familiar face of Stephen Grey, of Anglo Celtic Metal Detecting who gave me the idea. On his FaceAche page he posted a picture of blackberries and commented that when finds were few and far between, he collected the abundant fruit in the hedgerow. He’d also penned a poem:

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This n’ that or Pigs Might Fly

Dodgy Post Titles

Although I am often tempted to reply to a post seen on a metal detecting forum with a clever-dick or ribald comment, I rein myself in. Here a few examples of the genre I’ve seen recently:


Numder 5 attracted witty comments. For example: Dating a bag seal is very easy. Look lovingly at it and ask if you can go for a drink sometime.” That made me smile, but I was pleased to see a number of sensible comments afterwards.

Pigs Might Fly

That eminent, successful and well respected detectorist Peter Ross [well, you should have] tells me that sometime towards the end of the year one of our leading detractors will say something complimentary and positive about the hobby.

Just as I was preparing the bunting, Peter deflated me [and a balloon I was blowing up] with the reminder that Warsaw Willy’s single sentence would be hard to find as it will be deeply buried amongst 2000 words of other crap, piffle and bullshit.

Demise of Detecting?

The NCMD has made an announcement re the possibility of the emergence of a rival organisation, the Institute of Detectorists. Read about it HERE. A FaceAche detectorist predicted this would eventually put an end to the hobby as we know it. Perhaps.

This cynical duffer reckons the demise of the hobby may have already started and is coming from within. I predict that metal detecting will take a back seat to that part of the hobby that is luring many into the difficult and challenging role of film director. I don’t know about you, but I’ve given up watching those tedious roller-coaster videos where nothing much happens as the wind whistles across the microphone like a demented banshee as another find is hoiked ( thanks to PB for the evocative word ) from the earth.

Another development, on rallies especially, will be a proliferation of endless videos taken with one of those infernal drone machines. Mark my words. And don’t get me on about those so-called clod shots. I don’t want to see them, thank you! Just post a decent picture.

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The Real McCoy


The monthly club reports sent in by dedicated detectorists are an essential part of the UK Searcher magazine. My thanks go to Geoff Blindell who sends the Taynton Club reports and who alerted us to Harry’s accomplishments. They were the catalyst for my unimaginative title.

Harry is a member of the club, which is also attended by his father and granddad. When this story was first published Harry was 10. Now, four years later he’s a big lad, no doubt, and I don’t have his details. If he reads this perhaps he will contact me and we can do a follow-up.

Geoff said, “… the youngest club member stole the night with his cracking medieval horse harness pendant and his recent Detectorist of the Day win … he has set the bar high for his dad and granddad and the future looks bright for him and the club …”

In my book, that makes him in the running for ‘The Real McCoy’. My sincere apologies go to dad Steven and granddad Peter. 🙂

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The Campaign Medal

Detectorists will go to extraordinary lengths to return items they have found to the original owners or their families. This isn’t always easy and often involves diligence, detective work worthy of a Sherlock, and a great deal of luck. The story I am about to unfold has all of those ingredients plus a ‘twist’ that makes it just a little different.

Medal with Northern Ireland Clasp

The Northern Ireland Campaign medal -sometimes referred to as the General Service Medal [GSM] was found in Northumberland by detectorist Jimmy Morse. Every fine detecting story seems to involve a ‘walking back to the car’ phrase and this is no exception.

Jimmy had been detecting for about four hours in a paddock he had searched many times before and was finding the usual junk. He decided to call it a day. Then, “I found something about 4” down that turned out to be a black and encrusted medal”, he told me.

The medal was nestling with other personal items, and an attempt had been made to burn them. Jimmy was intrigued to know how they had ended up in the corner of a Northumbrian field. “After cleaning, a name and number could be seen on the side. I posted the details on a Facebook (FB) detecting site, in the hope of finding the rightful owner as keeping it was never an option.” Picture shows Jimmy Morse.

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