As I carefully folded back the neatly cut turf, it was as if I had opened up a portal to the Bronze Age...
I do not know exactly what happened that night. One person on their own might have imagined it, but when two people simultaneously witness the same event there has to be something to it...
It was the last thing that I expected to see in the Shropshire countryside. It was futile to try and run, as I was no match for the power and agility of the animal that stood before me...
Buckingham's eyes fixed upon the old man like a hawk after its prey: "May a curse be upon thee for thy treachery," he snarled....
Poor old Mrs Brown's house took a direct hit. I laughed as her wooden leg came flying over the rooftops, clattering as it bounced off the rusty corrugated roof of our toilet at the bottom of the garden...
A rather large. well-endowed lady appeared in the doorway. Why I suddenly thought about Zeppelins I can't imagine...
John had not believed me when I told him that a Mr Crapper had invented the flush toilet, so it came as no surprise that he would not believe the origin of Zippo lighters...
Portal to The Bronze Age - page two
Hello Dolly
About 11 o'clock, I made my way back to the tent to make a drink. As I approached the entrance a sheep came out.
Now I have known John for many years, and it was only for a fleeting moment mind you, but I did wonder whether it had been in there all night!
I shouted to John but had no response, so made myself a cup of tea and a flask for my mate.
Sitting on a folding camping stool I sipped my tea, while the sheep stared at me.
It's Alright for Some
Having finished my tea I walked into the long section of the field, and could see John in the far distance. It took a while to reach him.
"Hiya."
"Oh, alright Col."
"Bit disappointing John?"
"No, I think it's a brilliant site."
John pulled out a pocket full of finds and laid them out on the grass. As he unscrewed the flask and poured himself a drink, I enviously sorted through the objects.
The most striking of these was a three inch fibula. Some of the blue and green diamond pattern enameling was still intact. It was a beautiful artefact.
He had eleven silver hammered coins, the best one being an Edward 111 half groat. There was a various assortment of ornate buckles, a 'cartwheel' penny and a few pre-decimal coins.
Thinking that some of his luck would rub off on me, I searched in close proximity to John for the rest of the day. While he added to his tally of finds, I found nothing at all.
Walking back to the tent at the end of the day's search I felt rather dejected, but my luck was to change during the early hours of the following morning.
"Goodnight John."
"Night Col."
"Goodnight Dolly."
"Baaaa."
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