This Is The End My Friend – Thanks Jim (again)

The very, very, very, very last day of detecting. I got an early start and checked out of the motel, looking nice in the morning sun.

I was going to drive back to Coiltek in Maryborough, where I would exchange my SDC 2300 for a 5000. Cop that you muthafarters! Hey, that was tough wasn’t it? I must be a brother from a socially deprived area who talks tough…… you filthy muthafarter! I think twice is quite enough don’t you? You muthafarter. Oh dear it’s going to be one of those blogs.

Anyway the day was bright and warm and I was ready for another physically demanding day in the bush, detecting and digging for gold. And the drive back was great through dry farmland stretching for hundreds of miles.

Picking up my 5000 I felt like a man, just like Jesus’ son. When I held it I knew it was powerful. Maggotfarmer! My first destination was a target area on the edge of Maryborough. See… ‘target area’. This Mutha is focused! I worked among the old diggings from the1850s trying to find that elusive piece of gold, but it didn’t come.

In desperation I drove to two other locations and realised that, as Jim Morrison said, this was the end. My friend. Still …… a challenge for next year! I dropped off the detector and headed for home in Melbourne, a fair distance away, aiming to be there by 7.30pm. The skies were beginning to fill with smoke and I was driving towards the source. Controlled burning! These folk play with fire!

The views are not stunning, but starkly beautiful to me.

Home for dinner and bed, then two days fishing before returning to the UK. Saint Patrick’s day is also my grandad’s birthday, long gone but never forgotten.

I usually drink a Guinness to him and the saint. I love it when it falls on a matchday and I can remember him at Bramall Lane, where we both belong. Cheers Harry.

These two days were down around St Kilda, pier fishing and enjoying the sight of the place.

Capped by catching a couple of fish…..

…. and a great meal by the beach with Georgie and Adam. Beautiful kids.

Oh well, home is calling and my old lass could do with me around for a while, I think! Cheers to Australia and to those who made it a great place to be.

Night night.