The money wasn't hidden. It was on top of a pile of rubble in the barrow. Can't imagine anyone stashed it there on purpose to retrieve it later. I guessed whoever filled the barrow put it there, whether it fell out of their pocket or it was scooped up along with the rubble, unnoticed. Well, a hundred people walked past it, and I must have watched it for half an hour before collecting it. I guess I was still a premie at that time, and had the idea that the universe owed me a living, that is, I was subject to the intervention of grace on my behalf.

A couple of years ago I found another bundle, £150. A roll on an empty road. I was driving, and reversed back and picked it up. I stuck a notice on a wall nearby, and called the police to let them know I had it, if anyone told them of their loss. I appreciate my gain is someone else's loss. No-one claimed it. This time, it wasn't grace. It was random luck.