I have taken up the "sport?"/ "Hobby" of metal detecting, apparently that makes me a detectorist... Interesting enough when I tell people they seem to find this quite amusing and start trying to make jokes about finding treasure. I don't actually do it for the "money" or jewels (yeah right) but for fitness. I am unable to walk at any pace due to my stupid hip but detecting is good exercise at a reasonable pace. So today I went out to do some detecting and when you do this you are going to get dirty so a pair of jeans, runners, hoddie, cap, knee protectors, gloves and "treasure bag" are the order of wear....no jewellery...no make up...its kind of like the opposite of trying to pass...possibly the biggest downside in my case, however it doesn't stop me.
So there I was on the beach, headphones on listening for the detector to make a noise when I hear this guy yelling at me....beaming from ear to ear standing about 10 meters away with a plastic bag in hand and a squatting dog in fron of him... "Hey Mate...mate!... I got some gems right here for you if you want" "Hey mate come and detect this" I smile and wave...for some reason when ever I go detecting I get a lot of questions from small kids, dogs wanting to help me dig and the obligatory adults wanting to make a joke in this case I am pretty sure he thought he was talking to a guy...oh well so be it.
About 10 minutes later after a further 2 enquiries from dogs wanting to help, I look up and standing in front of me are two little girls, one about 3 and the other about 4...I inwardly cringe, we all know that the hardest passing test you can ever have is to pass in front of kids. I am not feeling to great after my last encounter and really don't feel like doing it again. The eldest little girl asked me if I was searching for treasure....I smiled at her and told her, yes that is exactly what I am doing..."she's searching for treasure mum...she's looking for jewels" screams the little girl to her mother off to one side... What follows is a very pleasant chat with the two very pregnant women strolling along the beach with their kids....big smile on my face onwards I went, confidence spilling out all over the place.
I move on to a playground and again I am approached by a little boy this time who is probably 5 or 6 and is insistent on helping and if he had his way taking over. After a brief and somewhat pointless conversation(if you have had anything to do with kids then you will have had hundreds possibly thousands of these conversations.) "She's looking for treasure Grandpa" yells the little boy at the top of his lungs....talk about affirming. That just completed my day and I returned home shortly after this feeling pretty darn good about myself. No matter what my brain tells me it would appear that I do blend in....even with my harshest potential critics.
Take care
Liz