The fields around and our caravan park itself all belong to an old farm. The farm was part of an estate of five farms belonging to royalty before WWII. The war was the financial tipping point for the family and they sold off Blorant Farm to a Scouser, A Liverpudlian booky. The booky soon turned farmer and raised cattle that won awards as far away as Scotland and Ireland. He also carved our caravan park out of a ravine dipping down toward the Vale of Clwyd. The farm’s flat fields have likely been worked since the middle ages, maybe before. A friend of Erica’s from Liverpool days is up this week from London with his metal detector and an excited glint in his eye. His research has uncovered that the nearby village of Caerwys is in the Doomsday Book and the fertile rolling hills of the area have iron age and possibly Roman. So he is inching across the Touring Field (where the mobile trailers live) in search of riches. If he finds a trove he must report it to the British historical society. The land owner and he will then split any profits. So far the most interesting thing he has uncovered is a percussion cap from a slight crater in an adjoining field where the Germans offloaded there bombs at the end of a raid on Liverpool. As we take our sunset walk across the touring field to the slope leading down toward the Vale of Clwyd we think more about what we may be tredding on. The edge of the field would have been a perfect place for an iron age or Roman settlement guarding the valley below.