
Although the sand had moved around there were very few signals either in the gullies or on the flat. One 20p piece after an hour and a half of hard swinging was unlikely to significantly change my lifestyle so I changed tactics and hit the small shallow washouts closer to shore. I managed to locate some black sand a few inches below one and carefully swung over it. Again not too many signals but the faintest repeatable whisper cheered me up with 1937 sixpence from about 15 inches or more down. Five minutes later I got a hefty silver ring with great big stones from every bit of 2 inches down in the same area. However, I soon ran out of likely looking spots.
The tide had not come in as quickly as I expected and I still had time on my residents parking permit so I went back out to the larger gullies for my final half an hour. In the very next section from my start point, but in the opposite direction, I got a massive signal that I genuinely thought was a can lid or something similar. The large silver coloured ring that came out from less than a foot had some black staining so I assumed that it was silver until I picked it up. At just over 10 grams it had to be gold and was indeed clearly marked for 9 carat. Within 10 minutes I had another white gold one from about the same depth but a more decorative 18ct one weighing 9 grams.
All things considered not a bad 3 hours after all.
