Tuesday of this week can be considered the starting point for today's departure. When I went to a nearby field to do some digging, I saw a plume of a cloud of smoke. The cloud stretched from the southern side and covered a third of the entire sky. Something burned very well. On that side we have a vast area of drained swamps, meadows and abandoned fields, and in the middle of all this landscape diversity there is a small pine forest.
These places are interesting, if only because before the time of Catherine the Great, almost our entire district was forests and swamps. The peasants in the villages lived mainly by fishing, forest honey, cooking tar, and beaver hunting. Then the forests were cut down, causing the forest streams to dry up, the river to become shallow, and the lowlands to become swampy.
And, behold, a meadow fire. This means that a very interesting window of opportunity has opened. The roads in the meadows are dry and therefore now you can easily get to those places where in the spring even the most passable jeep cannot be reached. And walking is very far from the asphalt.
My comrades and I went in that direction, and along the way we saw a very tempting and interesting field. A tractor drove across the field and disced (husked) the stubble. It’s a pleasure to walk through such a field, and the finds were not very damaged. So, it was not in vain that we stayed in that place. But I’ll write a separate note about this trip and brag about one of the finds.
And now we have reached the right place, truly beauty and that’s all. Forest clearing overgrown with small forests. Almost everything burned out: dead wood, grass, stumps to the roots and windfall trunks. We collected our equipment and left.
The place has not been dug by anyone before us, which has long been a rarity in our area. Sometimes I go to a distant cordon in the forest to pick mushrooms, get out of the car, and there are unfilled holes on the edge of the road. Why no one dug this little forest before us can be understood. You can't really get around with the MD in such a windfall that was here before the fire. But now, it’s easy and relaxed.
Digging in the forest is not a field; you need to dig all the signals in the forest. If you find three nails or something else made of iron in one place, then this place needs to be combed most thoroughly. Of course, iron signals are different. If the nails are round, this means the 20th century, but forged square nails are a good sign for a digger in the forest.
In a good forest there are few signals, so digging through the “chernina” can give an unexpected result. For example, arrowheads, or a crosshair, or an ax. So, in the forest you need to dig for all the signals. Of course, if you're not too lazy.
I was not lucky with any good finds on this trip, and the comrades only came out of this burnt forest with a companion. Someone had a knife, someone dug up part of an antique scissors, and I dug up half a bag of nails.
We walked in this burnt forest for no more than an hour, and I perfectly understand that I will return to this place more than once, it is very interesting, promising and tempting. And also, there on the map of Olearius, the monastery village is indicated. Where exactly is not known, so it’s intriguing, maybe I’ll find it???
With this, our dear readers, I take my leave. Whether the reconnaissance was successful is up to you to decide. Follow the publications on our channel, and I promise that I will definitely tell you about the next trips to this burnt forest.
