Watched a slightly annoying but interesting documentary about Treasures last night on iPlayer, they had another weird old yank that did a similar thing. If the ****ing place wasn't so huge it might be worth looking for, but **** trekking around for years finding a tiny box in a several thousand acre national park.
I've got two metal detectors. We could head into the wilderness, detect all day, make love all night. As long as you agree to buy the batteries.
I was under the impression you were a serious metal detectorist. Now that I've found out you're only using it as a cover for your sexual deviance, I'm going to have to take my business elsewhere. The people at the link below may be able to help with your shameful condition: http://www.gaychristiantherapy.com/