If I’m lucky enough, my son Quincy come with me digging, and has just started doing some river snorkeling with me over the past year or two. He is braver than I was at his age. You couldn’t have got me to snorkel in a murky river for all the money in the world when I was his age.
Here’s a quick video of a river muck excursion we did a couple of months ago. I had found a riverside trash dump in the city. We floated a basket and walked up the river. It was a hot day, so the water felt good after digging in the dusty bank. We took home a dozen or so bottles, with the best find of the day being a little Holloways ointment pot, which among other things cured “sore breasts”, which I had to explain to Quincy, in not too much detail.