The rivers that flow from the mountains around me still contain gold. Some mining companies have moved in on a fairly small scale, while others prefer to do it the old-fashioned way. With a shovel, a sluicing box and a die-hard attitude they take to the rivers in search of the precious metal. Just as the flyfisher will pursue his quarry for hours ( I think my record was with my mate Andy, 2 hours on one fish), so too does the miner in his unrelentless back-breaking hunt for gold. Here's my northern neighbour doing it the hard way.