After a one sided filabuster of a conversation we hit the sack preparing for the onslaught of the "island" the next day which started off on the right foot as Marie out did herself in the kitchen making us a mean breakfast.
At 0900hrs we boarded the water taxi with "King John of Kingston," a newbie joining us for the day. At least he swings the lean mean green digging machine so he ain't dat bad youz!
The view on this mixed bag of weather day was great as we sped across the harbour with the Johnson 150hp creating a wake that threw back droplets of fridget water over our faces .
Arriving on the island French Dave felt as if every British gun in the garrison was pointed at him.
Of course Max found a new friend for the day who was a busy digging up this and that and learning his Ace 250 along with the joy of walking and digging up bottle caps and shell casings.
Seven hours later which seemed like a mere two to us and it was time to catch the water taxi home which with John's brass find was seriously low in the water!
French Dave's take for the day!
Me meger finds youz
Next day it was out again to the big tree where we ran into a pair of renegades swinging White's. Man was the bull shipping going full tilt on this dig with laughs a bounding. Had hunted with Stephan before and the bouy is always a hoot.
French Dave and the Minorlab were a humming on this day too as he pulled out a lot of toasty tokens and an old hat badge
Of course I bent down to smell the "roses"
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