Prospecting for gold on the weekend, with Mark.
Hoping to find enough gold to make a wedding band for Mark, we procured a fancy metal detector and headed for the "Golden Triangle"
( not the South-east Asian opium one- I mean the Victorian Goldfields- the richest in the world...)
Well... we found very little gold, so I'll happily disclose the location!
I chose this location because according to the geological survey maps, two major quartz reefs converge here and there are historic gold-workings on the hillside everywhere.( Homework is essential in this pursuit. I should probably have done more). Lots of history also means lots of trash! We dug up an old scythe blade and some hand-cuffs on the hill, amongst other things...
I didnt take many photos- too busy digging little holes and trying to leave things just as we found them...
Heh- we got stuck behind this old Chewton digger for about 500m, who was just chooglin' along the road on his wheelchair. Where on earth was he going?? His dogs seemed to be barking to him "master!...master!! there's some city boys behind you- git outta the way! I seed the gold fever in them eyes!"