Busted, disgusted and war weary, with only a few chips from the drill hole to show for the several days of work, I drove to a claim I found good opal in 20 odd years ago but was way too exhausted and disappointed to bother. I decide to call it a dud trip and head back to the workshop in Adelaide.
Instead of driving south the next morning, a new day and new hope saw me down the old hole that was beckoning the day before. Boom! COLOUR!!
