Time comes and goes. Some of the hard times have gone. The good times disappeared. It’s not my time any more. I’m retired from work, but not from once was a dream. I spend my time for detecting. I’ve been wandering around to search things underneath for months. I mostly found rusty old coins, silver rings, stainless bracelets, small gold rings and so on. I found that I’m very happy to walk on the beaches, abandoned playground, football grounds and in small dams that people always visiting on weekend. Many curious lookers circled me to have a look what I found. I chat with school closed gangs, young school children, who always shoot me different questions while I’m hunting treasures on the beaches. Sort of good fun, isn’t it?
