Sunday, out and about. The car, still parked where I left it, no new tickets, the daughter rejoiced in my trauma and made me track it down and verify it was still there.
And so off and about, near destinations as I can't afford the gas.
A river. Gold. No pans, no shovel, but I know it's there and I'm gonna go back.
A couple of higher altitude destinations, finds, some lamproite (I think) - crystals, up to a cm long. I don't know what they are. I have to ask some questions.
And, breaking rocks, breaking rocks, and another crystal, too small to tell by looking, and my USB microscope fails, there's no "in-between" magnification, you're either too close or too far away and so...
I have to get this checked. My imagination runs rampant.
You know. Why not?
Home, find on my sweater a tick.
And then another on my neck the next day.
Bloody hell. I'm going to have to slather the Off, Deet, switch to white linens, but I've discovered a couple of new localities, of necessity close by, and - by Jove, my fortune will soon be made...
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And tonight, just after I write this, crawling upon my wall:
FML. Bloody hell, must have latched on to my moccasins. I hate these buggers.