06/02/2026
Elsewhere on this site, I’ve mentioned the rare and unique occasions when our West Dorset beaches get stripped of their pebbles or sand, revealing great slabs of the underlying blue lias rock or similar; being a fantastic opportunity to pursue some proper eyes only treasure hunting, fishing weight gathering or really real time lateral zone coastal archaeology. (Anglo-Romano villa remains get uncovered at one local windswept and remote Chesil beach location on such occasions).
But no. Currently nursing blown shoulder, bicep and elbow joints, I’m probably better staying home at Beach Cottage rather than putting myself at risk of inhibiting the glacial like recovery timing of a set of worn out components that are already delivering me two steps forward and one step backwards over the existing two months since I tried to lift a 25kg freezer above waist height as part of my kitchen refurb.
But there … Just saying, how damn frustrating that I can’t visit my favourite winter storm haunts to pluck gold and silver jewellery, gold rings, coinage and lead angling weights from the natural deep cracks in the revealed bedrock, it being the perfect gravity based medium to inhibit, trap and amass whatever lost or precious objects that had been unwittingly discarded by hundreds or thousands of holidaymaker or swimmers over the decades.
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