There was an article featured in our local newspaper. My Bride describes the story as , “Every boy’s dream”. When I got home from a wet and windy day at the allotment, she had a tea ready and said that she wanted to show me something that she knew I would like. She was dead right. I could hardly take the time to change clothes and wash my paws. So then, there was a young man out walking some fields with a metal detector. At first he thought that he had found a metal jar top…but no, it was something a bit more important. Here the whole cache: There was a discrepancy of time dating. Some bits were from the 13th Century and other bits from the 11th Century. The coins were from the 1200’s , the golden crescents were from the 1000’s. The coins were from different areas of Nederland, and the gold is from south-eastern European and they are thinking Byzantine or something like that. There were some cloth remains found along with the treasure so the authorities thing the group was lost or hidden together. And finally, it would remiss if I did not give the lad who discovered this remarkable discovery recognition: These pics came from the Noordhollands Dagblad.
Oh my, we keep finding bits and pieces of our history! That is amazing, and so informative. Here in Texas all we find are horseshoes.
That's one lucky guy right there! Or, maybe not, since he's so young and has already made this truly amazing discovery. Gonna be hard to top that.
Eileen, I am also amazed at the detail on those gold things. Jane do you never find pottery sherds or flint items? It will be hard to top that. Too right, Droopske. The whole country is talking about this.
The location was near our town here in West-Friesland. The exact location is being kept secret to avoid pillaging. Here is the article in Englsh: https://www.dutchnews.nl/news/2023/...hows-west-frisians-had-international-network/
Sojerd, no pottery shards, no flint arrowheads here. This land has been farmed and plowed for so long, anything of archeological interest has disappeared. Just horse shoes from recent horses.
I think every step we take has been taken by countless others, every breath we breathe, every drop we drink. Those objects were lost by someone, who may have regretted that loss. Or they were a hoard, taken in war or by force, then lost. We'll never know. And how many times has that hoard been turned over and scattered, unseen, by the farmers' plows?
That’s too bad, Jane. I had imagined there might have been something. Daniel, you are waxing philosophical. Chuckle. Right though.
