On Friday morning I walked up to the lane behind the Guest House to see if I could spot birds. Sue was wandering, camera in hand, down the lane from her house. We met in the middle and stood chatting. I told her I'd seen a stone path leading up out of the camp into the bush. She offered to take me on a tour around the outside of the camp perimeter. It took us over an hour to complete the circuit, after which we emerged, hot, dusty, dishevelled but thrilled with our walk, onto the main road which leads to the mine. There a privately-owned truck had overturned which Grant's loader later pulled out and sent on its way!
An overgrown area just above our lane. I climbed up this incline towards the Guest House and into the lane running along it
The guest house, Sue's house and the mine owner's house line this lane. The mine owner lives in Canada and only makes periodic visits to the site
The path into the bush behind the perimeter fence which surrounds the camp
Sue leads the way through the bush
No, not a tree-hugger. Sue is patting (congratulating) and admiring this old giant for still being around !
We had quite a steep climb down into a dry ravine after which we climbed up towards bottom boundary of the camp. Sue had come out in flip-flops which weren't conducive to easy hiking!
Early on Friday morning this privately-owned truck went off the road into a ditch. Grant's loader was commissioned to pull it out. Before Grant would do this, the truck owner had to sign a letter which said they would pay for the hours the loader worked and that the mine was not responsible for any damage. At first, the truck owner refused to sign and it took the safety officer about two hours to convince him. Eventually he signed and Grant sent his workshop manager, Tom in to pull the truck out!
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