Day 8: Accurate
Began today with a
bizarre dream... I was in a boat, deep sea fishing. I caught a BIG shark
that I refused to let go... but it was so strong it whipped me out of the
boat, into the sea, and dragged me - via the fishing line and rod - through
the ocean. It was quite a nice feeling - exciting. Fast and quite warm.
But clearly quite scary too. I woke thinking I should really perhaps let
go of the line - but where would that leave me? At least this way - I
knew the shark was in front!
Wonder if this is
partly a picture of what happens here. Once we're here there's NO advice.
We're following a 6 week course. We don't know how hard it will be - only
that it will be hard. And you mustn't let go!
a fab day. Well... quite fab. Spent morning at river helping Mike and Ellen.
Rained relentlessly. Cold. HARD work. I seem to have a bad back after
over-zealous jogging and 27 hour journey to NZ. So digging heavy piles
of rock; lifting buckets of water and pouring and pushing and sawing and
was hard and painful. And Mike and Ellen have done this for
2 days already! Poor, poor things!
Had a go at panning...
and got NOTHING. Such a huge faith thing
will there be ANY gold trapped
in the punga wood. A very welcome lunch of venison burger and vegetable
Moroccan pie. Got v.v. cold - only in t-shirt and wet - un-waterproof
warm clothes in van but the van is off in some other place.
Didn't want to whinge - but so, so, so cold.
to the sawmill. I had to get back to finishing balance. Began getting
quite nervous as we approached the time for weighing
Finally got the
(NOT 5g or 20g! Or even a kg!)
And, tensely, I found it to be
0.55g - probably realistically 0.52 - 0.58 (or REALLY 0.4 - 0.6g). Kate
measured it as 0.5g!
And I was MIND blown
by J's metal detector. Great challenge!