A gentle comedy about ethusiastic hobbyists living with their like-minded peers in their own little world. Calling them enthusists hobbyists, fanatics, or cranks, whether they be train spotters, stamp collectors, bird watchers, amateur drama or opera groups, gardeners or in this case amateur historians doesn't matter - they love what they do and live for what they do to the exclusion of anything else. Their jobs are simply the means of makimg their passionate hobby possible.
The main characters are amateur metal detectorists living in the hope of finding a Saxon/Danish burial ground, Viking burial ship, Roman Villa or treasure buried during tumultous times in Southern Britain, and spending all their time i some farmer's field listing for the ping which reveals something worthwhile. Although discovery is quite possible, they are up against restrictive authority, getting permission to dig on private propery, other detectorists, magpies, and the local wildlife. Rather than ancient artifacts, they mostly uncover ring pulls from soda cans and rusty nails.
The dialog is as normal as if a microphone had been secreted wherever people talk to each other, and at times hilarious. "What's that a porcupine?" "No, an 'edge'og." "I thought 'edge'ogs were flat" "They are when they have been run over and squashed."
I would have rated this family viewing, except for the constant use of F___, which has cost it one star, perhaps it should have been 2. Judging by the costumes, vehicles and interior design, the show is set in the 80s or 90s, when the use of such language in Britain was not used in front of or by women, and even today is uncessary.
The main characters are amateur metal detectorists living in the hope of finding a Saxon/Danish burial ground, Viking burial ship, Roman Villa or treasure buried during tumultous times in Southern Britain, and spending all their time i some farmer's field listing for the ping which reveals something worthwhile. Although discovery is quite possible, they are up against restrictive authority, getting permission to dig on private propery, other detectorists, magpies, and the local wildlife. Rather than ancient artifacts, they mostly uncover ring pulls from soda cans and rusty nails.
The dialog is as normal as if a microphone had been secreted wherever people talk to each other, and at times hilarious. "What's that a porcupine?" "No, an 'edge'og." "I thought 'edge'ogs were flat" "They are when they have been run over and squashed."
I would have rated this family viewing, except for the constant use of F___, which has cost it one star, perhaps it should have been 2. Judging by the costumes, vehicles and interior design, the show is set in the 80s or 90s, when the use of such language in Britain was not used in front of or by women, and even today is uncessary.