Golden moments

It’s  no secret that we love to travel.

Travelling the world – especially in Europe – sits right at the top of our “to do” list. However, we do have other hobbies and interests, and one unique to our time spent in Australia is camping and prospecting for gold in the Australian bush.

It holds an alluring mixture of travel and adventure – wrapped up in romantic dreams of finding our fortune.

We belong to Vic Seekers’ Club, and whenever we can, we join them in their monthly bush camps.

Loading up our all-wheel-drive car with our tent and supplies, we head off into “the middle of nowhere” at various locations in Victoria’s “Golden Triangle” (in the general vicinity of Ballarat and Bendigo).

From our humble beginnings of grabbing my father’s old coin detector, and sleeping in the back of the car, we are all kitted-out these days and I feel that we “glamp” rather than “camp”.

Glamping

Tony has recently invested in a whiz-bang up-to-the-minute metal detector, so it’s “all systems go!”

All kitted out

Often, while he is detecting, I wander off, taking photos and enjoying the sights, sounds and often the enveloping silence of nature – happy to leave the rat-race far behind me, if only for the weekend.

A winter's walk

Early morning is my favourite time of day, when the sun is still low in the sky, casting long shadows and breaking through the leaves in a spectacular manner.

Winter sun through the wattle

I was happy to find my own gold (no digging required!):  the vibrant Golden Wattle (Australia’s floral emblem), brightening up the landscape under a dazzling blue sky.

Wattle

Meanwhile, Tony was getting his exercise, uncovering plenty of targets as usual – mostly junk, though sometimes unearthing an interesting button or the like – and at least doing the community service of cleaning up the bush.

Painstaking work

Having never struck gold before, I was literally speechless when he casually dropped this fabulous find into my hand.

Gold!

A truly beautiful specimen of that elusive yellow metal.

A happy camper

He was one happy camper!

A fabulous find

It was the talk of the camp that day – decent nuggets such as this (at an impressive 21g) are few and far between these days – earning Tony the respect of many a seasoned prospector, and a wave of renewed hope and enthusiasm bubbled through the club.

Vic Seekers Club

A warm glow surrounded us that day, and even the flames of the roaring campfire burned golden.

Campfire

We all slept well, dreaming of many more finds yet to be made.

 

 

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About frenchfry36

South African by birth, British by right, Australian by oath, French by choice.
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