Two days driving, one day in Coobs, a flying stopover with the family and I still have to go bloody opal mining, well, pillarbashing at least. It’s a problem I know, but in for a penny, in for a pound.. By some miracle I go back to an old spot I worked years ago and discovered the mine had been flooded and had newly collapsed areas that revealed some gorgeous precious opal. To be fair, we do have over 30 years of experience and i reckon a bit of help from the Big Guy, (not Joe Biden BTW) Not bad for 4 hours on a Saturday morning. One day we will find so much opal that we will be able to retire.. and go opal mining…