in 1991 whilst out and about on the beach near Brancaster, Norfolkshire, I was trudging along in the way that only teenage angst can allow and kicked something cylindrical...
Kicked the sand about and there were more pointy cylindrical things... projectile shaped things...
Spring tides had unearthed an old WWII arms dump.
A quick ring to a slightly disbelieving coastguard brought the whole circus down. Lots of fun.
was sat on the beach somewhere near kimmeridge bay when i was a kid and a guy walked up carring and unexploded shell "what do you think i should do with this" he asked
"walk as far as you can in that direction and put it down very carfully" said my dad
theres lots of good metal detecting fields in the perbecks, the army have kindley marked them all with red flags
my karma ran over my dogma
"Life is a mixture of fate, chance and magic"