Days I’ll Remember All My Life

Thanks Ray.

I got up early, rattled down a Stu breakfast and headed for the secret location that Trevor had divulged to me last night, in a very conspiratorial manner.

I can’t tell you where it is but if you head up to Landsborough Nature Reserve, turn right towards Barkly, turn right to Barkly Church and right again on to Stewart’s Road you’ll find it. Unfenced ground on the left about two miles down, full of old timer workings. It went on for a mile and was about 400 metres wide. Enormous.

The church I passed on the way was just fabulous.

Would they welcome Sheffield Satanists?

I’m not a Satanist by the way. I find it all very silly. On the other hand some of the most decent people I’ve worked with, or known, have been deeply religious. And when I was in a very serious condition in hospital, with a skull fracture and brain bleed, my neighbour’s Mosque prayed for me. You don’t forget things like that.

Anyway, I got to the secret location, that I want you all to swear to keep secret, and I stopped and it looked like a forest of gold.

And just as I was getting out of the car to crank up my detector a truck came along this very remote track. He slowed down to clock me and I walked over to him.

‘Scuse me mate’ this is me by the way ‘is it permissible to detect on these old workings here?’

‘It’s private land and although there isn’t a fence around it that’s because it’s been pushed over.’

I buggered off. Then drove up into Landsborough. Past the little house on the prairie.

And on down to the Reserve. I hope it eases up a bit from this heat. I walked up to the old workings here and identified an area I wanted to detect. It took me half an hour to clear off the old leaves and fallen branches, because……… same old story……….because it was frickin hot. Not English hot. Proper hot, for autumn.

I had 15 metres of paracord and laid it out so that I would detect within a metre next to it, and then move it over for the next pass.

It was a painstaking detect because I like wandering without discipline. But it’s worth a try. To find the tiny bits of gold, that are all that’s left here.

More to clear!

Then I staked the next section out.

No luck. No gold all day. Boooo!!! Sorry to keep saying it but I was too hot. I packed up and made it back to the car, and drove over to Avoca to get food and drink for Monday, when the pub is shut.

Then I went down the road to the Pyrenees Pie shop.

A cup of tea and a crocodile pie was six quid. And the crocodile pie was the best. It is a lovely meat.

I drove back to Moonambel, chilled, had a coupla beers and went to bed. And so should you.

Night night.