Category Archives: Bishopstone 2004

A dig in Sussex. My blog was so scathing that I was asked to password protect it so it wouldn’t put anyone off attending future digs. I was not best pleased when everything I said was true. It also features the start of the Weasels.

Broken toe

Posted on August 22, 2004 by Gary

Up at 7am. Went downstairs to make my coffee and broke my toe on one of the big chairs in the dining room – it appeared to leap out at me from the shadows. At first I thought I’d just … Continue reading →

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Beware of vicious carrots

Posted on August 23, 2004 by Gary

Awake at 7. Raining on and off. The campsite was very quiet apart from Lorna’s snoring, so I went for a short walk up one of the hills behind the campsite and had my coffee while drinking in the glorious … Continue reading →

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The legendary Turdis

Posted on August 24, 2004 by Gary

Up at 6, bright and bleary eyed. Drank my coffee up the hill overlooking Alfriston. The camp started coming alive (well, almost) at about 8. Dawn and I left too early for the trainees and ended up watching Terry eat … Continue reading →

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Lorna had destroyed the ladies loo

Posted on August 25, 2004 by Gary

Walked down to Alfriston this morning to get the Telegraph so I could work out the football scores which I rang through to David. Everyone thought I was mad and, upon my return to work, I found out that David … Continue reading →

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Sulky girls

Posted on August 26, 2004 by Gary

Awake at 6 and walking into Alfriston at 7. Was joined this morning by Bev who did not get a lot of sleep last night and reported that the sunrise was lovely. It was nice to share my early morning … Continue reading →

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Regarding weasel milk

Posted on August 27, 2004 by Gary

Gloomy start to the day with clouds and sprinkly rain. I had my coffee up the hill as usual and was barked at by a furiously tail wagging Labrador. His owner came up and said “Quiet! Just because it’s a … Continue reading →

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