Last Day Prospecting (Maybe – Do I need to sacrifice a lamb?

A cold night and a cool morning in Avoca, which had a big regional Pétanque competition starting at 8am as I drove through on my way to the goldfields.

I returned to Maryborough and went back to where I left off yesterday. It’s a classy little town, a bit rural as Australia seems to be outside of the cities, but ok. The station is great.

Some of the houses throughout this region are absolutely stunning. But I wouldn’t buy one. This area relies on community spirit and me and Maggie recoil at ‘community’ and Maggie isn’t that keen on ‘spirit’. Boom Boom.

I was detecting early and once again it was a continuous flow of shot and fragments of wire. Bill called down to see how I was doing and he was disappointed for me. The sun was beating down and the air had heated up. If I was finding owt I’d be in heaven really.

You need to be careful in these parts. There are some deep and dodgy mines, and some have snakes in that fall down and can’t escape.

In desperation I switched locations but ended up getting lost in a conservation area on dirt tracks where I didn’t have a signal. Luckily I came across some folk camping in the bush to gold hunt, and they directed me along the tracks to a road that I recognised. They let me photograph their map of the area. Time to go home.

It was clouding over but the views were still epic. Vast lands stretching for thousands of miles.

It was better than a good meal in the local, wild hare, hung to get that real gamey flavour with sweet vegetables. It reminded me of the way they cook it in some areas of Netherlands. Right good; and in bed for 9pm. No gold, no worries……. Bugger it, I need to do it again tomorrow!

Night night.