I’m starting to run out of titles. The meaning of life is of course 42, from the brilliant Doctor Who writer Douglas Adams, who is better known for is 4 book trilogy, which starts with The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

42 is also the number of silvers I’ve found so far this year. Still got a chance at 100, but will have to average better than 10 a month. 42 isn’t bad, as these things go.

Also pulled a copper, first one from this field. Usually pull tons of coppers when I spend this much time on an old field. 28 silvers and 1 copper from this place. Weird.