The only problem is that the pasture closest to where I have to park is owned by Mr Kipling, the man who bakes exceedingly good cakes and then buries the foil packets in this field.
So I'm slightly despondent but at least I'm out, I start off where I have detected to death with my GMP and get a a banging signal, 2 signals Infact, I dig the hole 6" down and to my dismay find 3 rusty nails but what's that in the side of the hole, only a plated silver knife thingy.
I continue for about an hour buzzing after that find and pull in a few modern coins and an awesome badge.
I've used the GPS and marked my finds, it's safe to say I am in love with my CTX, it's given my permission a whole new lease of life.

