Wendover is a picturesque village in Buckinghamshire and often described as the gateway to the Chiltern Hills. I know it well. My wife and I were married at St Mary’s parish church, our children attended the local primary school and I taught at the secondary school for nearly 40 years. Members of our family lie at rest in the churchyard. This setting is where my story takes place.
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The magazine should have reached most retail outlets by now. Here’s an image of the front cover and a little taster of the February contents …
Coincidences never cease to amaze. I often take a look at old detecting magazines, devouring each page and being constantly sidetracked by exciting and interesting articles. They also provide an ideal and very welcome displacement activity. Long-suffering Mrs John will tell you that I should have been doing something else more useful and productive like fixing the lights under the worktop, cutting the grass or just doing the washing-up. My attention had been diverted in a most pleasant way.
George Hayter’s picture shows the marriage of Queen Victoria to Prince Albert in 1840
My Ignoring the royal nuptials in April of 2011 was a deliberate choice. Not because I’m a rabid anti-monarchist, but because I’m far too old for such feverish excitement. My antidote was to go metal detecting instead … Continue Reading…
Living in the close-knit society of a County Durham pit village in the 1940’s was quite a revelation for a small and inquisitive boy. Lots of everyday happenings like birth and death I tended to take for granted; traditions were just accepted and never really questioned.
A number of you may think that you’ve seen some of my posts in another place and you’d be right. That’s because I may have updated items that have been published earlier. Today’s blog is a case in point and was last seen in one of my Searcher Medley columns of 2010. The first part is basically how it was originally printed, but I have now brought it up-to-date. This short piece will be new to my Canadian readers, but probably old-hat all the same!
Never did I think that as the son of a coal miner growing up in a County Durham pit village in the 40s and 50s, the experience and local knowledge gained would help a fellow detectorist over 60 years later. A cousin currently living in the same village contacted me and mentioned that he was finding an unusual number of Victorian and the later Georgian coins in one particular area, and asked if I could I explain why this was the case. The answer was easy …
