Hidden treasures

I have been reading about the recent find of saxon treasure in Staffordshire. It would seem that a guy with a metal detector has unearthed one of the biggest and most important finds of its kind just lying there beneath a farmer's field.
This taps directly into boyhood dreams of buried treasure, and though we always hoped that we'd find hoards of something or other we never did. It never stopped us hoping though, and now and then, we'd create our own little boxes of treasure and bury it. Of course we'd quickly move on and forget where we'd but it and so out there will be the rotting remains of tin soldiers, buttons, sweet wrappers, hastilly scribbled notes and who know what. We did understand that our tins wouldn't last long and so we'd wrap eveything in layers of polythene bags. One day perhaps someone will find the bits and pieces that we buried and wonder what we were like.
This activity has been formalised these days with schools burying time capsules, designed to preserve things forever. No doubt our antecedents will take great pleasure in examining the past that way, but there is no sense of discovery in such things.
Finding what has been lost has always been pleasurable, and throughout life I have lost much that I held dear. To rediscover those things have probably brought joy to others and such is the way of things.