The Stuff of Legends – Cottesloe Beach, April 2, 2018.
Last week, I flew to Perth to visit my brother Sean who I hadn’t seen in ten years. It was going to be an epic catch up and I was hoping I would get the chance to see him in action on a ring find – a new talent he had developed since we last saw each other. I was fascinated with the whole process, and eager to share in what I was convinced would be a wicked feel good factor, reuniting someone with their lost ring.
On our last afternoon, we were chilling out at home before heading to the airport, when Sean took a call from a distressed woman who had just lost her wedding band running out of the surf at Cottesloe beach. It had simply slipped off as she ran up the beach, and was flung into the sand – somewhere… Lucky for her the Cottesloe lifeguards told her she could find Sean’s contact details on The Ring Finders website – a glimmer of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation.
Sean went from woah to go in an instant, and we were on the road bound for Cottesloe – the importance of getting on to a search quickly was not lost on me – so many factors that could impact your chances of ever finding your lost jewellery – the weather, the sea conditions, whether
Sean and Angie discussing the search area.
you can accurately pinpoint an area in which it was lost, and of course the risk of someone else finding it, or worse, the evening sand sieve machine chewing it up and spitting it into the unknown…
We arrived and met Angie above the beach. She took us down to where she thought she had lost her ring. In an excellent move that would prove pivotal to the outcome, she and her friends had placed coffee cups in the sand to mark the points between which she thought the ring had been lost. Sean then quizzed Angie on the circumstances surrounding her loss, and clarified details before commencing his search.
Angie, her friends and I watched as Sean methodically covered the area. His technique was a fascinating ‘shuffle’ that was systematic and almost dance-like. I was surprised at the speed he was moving, as I thought it would be much slower. Every minute or so, Sean would pause, hovering his detector back and forth, testing for the right signal and honing in on a target. Sometimes he would move on, but other times, he would drop to his knees and used a pinpointer that beeped wildly as he felt round the spot. Our hearts would leap to our throats every time – and they would sink again as he retrieved a piece of lead, a coin, or some other debris left behind on the beach.
As he approached the second and last coffee cup at the far end of the area Angie had indicated, we began to resign ourselves to the possibility that the ring was lost for good. Angie had been married 22 years, and this would be devastating – sure a gold band can be replaced, but not the fact that for 22 years it had been on her finger and with her every step. A new one just wouldn’t be the same.
Angie’s precious… rescued!
about 10 minutes into the search, Sean once again dropped to his knees in the sand as he followed a target. A moment later, he lifted his hand in the air and exclaimed “yeaaaaah – woohoo”. Angie and her friends were so excited, squealing with delight as
Thanks to life gaurds giving Angie my no..
Angie rushed over to Sean and threw her arms around him. “Oh My God, What a Legend!!! Thank you so much!!” she exclaimed over and over.
There it was, the feel good factor. This is why Sean does this, right there, that moment.
After thanking the lifeguards for connecting them, Sean and Angie took a few pictures before we headed to the pub across the road for a celebratory drink before I departed for the airport on a high. What a way to round off an awesome week!