I'd given up all hope of finding this earring. I was fairly sure that it had dropped out whilst I was leaf-pulling in the PG block (almost 2 years ago). But I had been in a vineyard that was being developed/ripped that day also, so when I noticed my earring was missing I wasn't 100% sure exactly where it had vacated my earlobe. I looked along the rows a million times. I contemplated buying a metal detector. I decided the earring was a lost cause, I despaired. They were very special earrings: Thud had bought them for me one Christmas and I wore them at my wedding to Vinomaker. I was devastated.
Two weeks ago, I spent a whole week hoeing/hand weeding the PG block, so I had cleared a fair bit of real estate under the vines. Didn't see a thing. Then today, purely by chance, eureka! None the worse for wear, just covered in Coombsville clay, I am really surprised that my filigree hoop hadn't been squashed by a tractor. Vinomaker reckons the chickens unearthed my earring (the girls are wherever I am in the vineyard, I'm sure they think I'm the best chicken-scratcher out there). But methinks my new guardian angel had something to do with me striking gold in the vineyard. Thanks, mum!
