It's been the usual slow but steady discovery of a few interesting bits in among the regular sauces and penny inks. I've been out a few times now, to a couple of different places, occasionally finding something worthwhile. I usually dig for a solid seven hours which in the winter is all the available daylight. I do use a headtorch when I'm right down in the depths though.
As usual it always begins with an hour of bramble cutting, followed by basic hard graft to get down to the level where I'll find bottles...

Falling in not advised
You have to swap from a spade to a fork once you get to about three feet down; it goes in with far less pressure than a spade and saves a lot of annoying breakages. The hole will end up around six feet deep and seven or eight feet square - and it all gets backfilled.

The decent stuff is always lurking right at the bottom, it seems...


Nice example fresh out of it's hundred-plus year nest...

I found the top of the pot below on the Friday and nearly didn't keep it, but I'm glad I did because when I extended the hole slightly the following Saturday the complete pot came out, nice Boots Confection of Senna. Dosage: one teaspoon or as much as you like! That really is what it says.

Nice cone ink

Clay pipe bowl, says Inniskillings Egypt or something similar, I believe it's regimental...

The results of a few trips out - I keep only a tiny amount of what I dig, mainly because it would be easy to end up with a house resembling a junk shop...

At the bottom there's a large Boots Cash Chemist, a large Owbridge's Lung Tonic and a Chivers & Sons Histon Cambridge Lemonade (a powder to add to water). Woodwards of Nottingham top left, Stroud, London and Tewkesbury beers and a Weston ginger beer.
The antique Dutch haberdashery drawers hold some of my non-metal finds:


The Bishop's Varalettes on the far left could cure gout, rheumatism and eczema, among other things.

I'm currently letting my elbows and shoulders recover - that amount of digging on a regular basis isn't too good for your joints. This time of year the ground is wet, which means it's really heavy to lift the spoil, and it tends to stick to your spade. But as I've said before I'd rather do this than go to a gym. I might consider a gym full of brambles and nice bottles however.
Cheers SQ