This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.


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2019 Travels and life May (1)

MAY 2019 (1)   BENDIGO GOLD

The first gold rushes of the Australian colonies began in May of 1851 with the finding of gold at Ophir in NSW. With active encouragement from government  (an early form of FOMO?) Victoria followed suit in July of that year, with gold finds at Clunes, closely followed by ones near Ballarat.

In November of 1851, the first alluvial gold was found in the Bendigo Creek. By mid-1852, there were some 20,000 miners seeking their fortunes in the area.

Although the Eureka Stockade Rebellion of 1854 ensured the focus of our gold history has been on Ballarat, Bendigo was in fact a much more significant mining area. Between 1851 and 1954, on today’s prices, the Bendigo mines yielded about $65 billion worth of gold. Given the current parlous state of the Victorian economy there must have been some pretty inept financial planning over the years…

The NW-SE alignment of reefs is evident

By 1855, the more easily found near-surface alluvial gold was petering out. Mining shifted underground, following rich quartz reefs. Of necessity, the individual alluvial miners were mostly replaced by companies that could afford the necessary outlay for the equipment needed.

The mined 37 parallel Bendigo reefs extended under an area roughly 16kms, in a NW-SE direction by 4kms across. Over 5000 shafts were sunk across that area. Bendigo came to have the largest concentration of deep shafts in the world at the time, with the deepest over 1km down.

Once were mine locations – now part of Bendigo urban area

Chinese miners were among the first rushes to the area that would become Bendigo, flocking to Dai Gum San, as they termed it – Big Gold Mountain.

By the 1880’s Bendigo was regarded as the richest city in the world, due to the amount of gold that had been found here. The grand buildings of the new city reflected this wealth.

The last major mine ceased operation in 1954 and it seemed that the golden days of the Bendigo area were done. But the gold was not exhausted. Improving mining and exploration technology and the rising price of gold led to the revival of large scale mining – the Fosterville mine to the NE of the city – from 2006.

Recently there has been a surge in exploration for gold in the area between Bendigo and the Murray valley. For decades, it had been assumed that the rich Bendigo reefs petered out to the north. Now it has been found that some of those reefs continued, but deeper and buried under the sediments of the riverine plains.

Visitors to modern Bendigo can explore plenty of remnants and relics of the historic gold mining. The Central Deborah Mine, on the edge of the modern CBD, preserves an historic mine largely as it was, both the associated surface structures as well as the mine itself. One can, if so inclined, take a tour down this mine, to a depth of more than 200 metres. It is now also a terminus for the historic tram tour of Bendigo.

Central Deborah mine today

Less formally, (and on top of the ground) there are many locations around the city and surrounding area that signal its history. One becomes accustomed to the appearance of an old poppet head glimpsed between the modern industrial buildings of today’s Deborah Triangle, or behind a row of suburban houses; to the many areas of undeveloped land scattered through the modern suburbs, where development simply jumped areas of mining or mullock heaps. The occasional large mullock hill has been sprayed a green colour that is never found in nature, to denote heavily contaminated soil.

Spot the poppet head – Deborah Triangle area

The legacy lives on, too, in place names that evoke the way the city developed. Specimen Hill. Golden Gully. Long Gully. California Gully, Sailors Gully, Golden Square, Jackass Flat.


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APRIL – MAY 2019

APRIL-MAY 2019     OLIVES AND EASTER…

A small rather dull looking tree tucked away in the side garden revealed itself to be an olive tree. A fruiting olive tree… By April it was carrying a surprising quantity of ripe, green and black fruit. Whilst it would not have been our choice to grow olives, it was impossible to let the bounty go to waste. We do like olives and eat same quite regularly, as part of an array of nibbles for Happy Hour drinks with the neighbours, in salads, and in meals like a favourite tuna, olive and caper sauce for pasta.

However, research showed that it was not just a matter of picking the olives and bottling them for later. Raw olives are, basically, so bitter as to be inedible without treatment, it seemed. So we embarked on a new experience…

Much Googling ensued…

The olives were duly picked, some black, some still green, for the sake of experimentation. We sat down at the table to prick each one several times with the sharp point of a knife. Tedious and time consuming.

Processing olives

Couey dog learned a valuable life lesson from the process – not all things that fall from tables are good things. She pounced on an olive that John dropped and tried to eat it. Spat it out again. Spent the next half hour pulling disgusted faces and sulking because we laughed at her.

We put the pricked fruit into bottles, filled these with cold water and over the next three weeks, drained and changed the water each day. When a sample didn’t quite set the teeth on edge, I put a brine solution into the jars and sealed them. A couple of months later, the result was actually edible olives. I was quite surprised…

In the subsequent year, I made the processing easier by not bothering to prick them at all. Put them into the largest plastic container/s I had, for the 2-3 week soaking process. It made the daily draining and changing of the water much easier than fiddling with lots of jars. They only went into these when ready to brine. I found that pouring a cm or so of olive oil on top of each jar of brine and olives prevented deterioration of the fruit at the top.

Our home grown and processed olives are every bit as good as shop-bought ones. The tree is so prolific that we now give much of the crop away – but recipients have to be prepared to do the processing themselves!

My Melbourne grandson came to stay with us for a few days before Easter. An adventure for the twelve year old was to travel by train, by himself, from Melbourne to Bendigo. His dad took him to Southern Cross, to the train, and we collected him at our end. He was so proud of himself.

John took the opportunity to get the boy doing more woodwork, as he had shown an interest in this when we lived nearby. During the shed organizing process of a few months ago, John had decided to sell his old woodworking bench and this had found its way down to the outdoor living area, in preparation for sale. To date, no interest had been shown to his ads, so the bench still sat there, being an eyesore. Now, it provided a place for grandson’s woodworking. Not what I had in mind for such a lovely area!

Concentration…

On Easter Sunday, son, wife and my grand daughter came for a day trip, to collect the boy. The Bendigo family came to a BBQ lunch at our place. The wonderful, large, patio was put to good social use yet again.

My daughter-in-law organized an Easter Egg hunt for the four kids. We decided this should be in an area of the nearby bushland, rather than have my young garden subjected to enthusiastic foraging. She supplied a very generous quantity of little eggs and the hunt lasted quite some time.

Ready, set…

Whilst we don’t see the Melbourne part of the family as regularly as we did when we lived there, that is a cost of the otherwise successful relocation. Occasions like this go some of the way towards compensating.