Today started with a problem. My phone’s battery had died overnight and once I’d thrown it on the charger and turned it on, it notified me I had voicemail. The message was from Nathan who’d lost his white gold, diamond engagement ring either on Silver Sands Beach in Mandurah or between there and his foreshore house this morning. Unfortunately he did not leave his number and as my phone was playing dead at the time of his call, it hadn’t captured his number as a missed call.
Bummer I thought, maybe I’ll try my phone carrier to see if they can retrieve it. I called customer service and left the phone on speaker phone, took a shower and having just a few clues to go on from Nathan’s message headed off to Mandurah about an hour south of Perth. Not far from Mandurah the call mysteriously! ended at 50 mins without them answering, so I rang again. I arrived at Silver Sands Beach and scouted the beach for any poles (which Nathan said in his message he had placed in the beach to mark the site – top work bloke!) and then I saw them far up the beach. I got back in the car and drove up a few more beach access ways before confirming the ‘stick’s with flags’ must be what I was looking for.
Nathan had also mentioned he’d been in front of his house so I figured I might get lucky knocking on the door of the three closest houses or that one of them would know about the lost ring so that’s what I tried. Boya! First door knocked was the owner of the lost ring. Now I could finally turn off the annoying music and “your call is important to us” messages!
Nathan invited me in and explained he’d been for a swim about 5.30 am and had left his ring on the arm of his sunnies and put them in his cap. Unfortunately he forgot about the ring and soon discovered back at the house that he no longer had it.
I decided to grid search the beach area he’d marked out first and had a little heart starter when my detector produced a soft, clean, ‘gold sounding’ signal not long after starting, but on retrieval of the target I found an old $2 coin in my hand. Not exactly what I’d been hoping for.
I continued to search methodically up and down the beach, doing the ‘shuffle’ to mark where I’d searched. about the 4th line in I got a strong, clean hit from my precious. As I knelt down to scoop for the target I realised the ring was staring at me, just visible in the sand. Picking it up I saw the three diamonds it should have on it sparkling in the sun and knew I’d found Nathans ring. I raced back to the house and presented the ring to it’s beaming owner.
Nathan invited me to have a beer with him and we swapped a few stories before I headed off on the journey back to Perth.
As I drove off, I recounted the day’s events and thought what a great result, considering I first had to find an owner and then find his ring.
Happy New Year Nathan!