If you live in or near the odd fringe area of society where it’s acceptable behaviour to spend six hours pacing up and down a beach in the hope of finding a 5p coin someone dropped yesterday and couldn’t be bothered bending down to pick up – THIS IS FOR YOU.

Only joking – metal detectors are awesome. The idea of spending a whole day methodically covering a surface area the size of three football pitches in the hope of finding some old Roman coins, a bit of a crashed Spitfire or just a rusted piece…