Bob affairs: Day 4 at Plas Brynkir

The sky was gray with clouds on the morning of the 23rd of July. Thank the gods for waterproofs. As I am sat here in the dining room of our temporary home, writing this shout out to archaeological enthusiasts , I do wonder how to exactly transfer on to whoever reads it the level of seriousness and fun we are having at the same time. It was my second day of working down at Bob, my trench at the west range of the Upper House. My trench guide and master into the dark corners of context sheets, Stephen, is like a high-pitch jukebox. Jenna, working at Clive the trench, opposite us, was partnering up with Lily, another second-year on site, and the cavalcade of musical choices for us to badly sing out is raining down on us like summer rain. By this point the third team of students, made out of my course mates was already transferred to work at the Upper House as well, so we were once again in the same place. Superhuman Will was digging up a trench with second-year and YOLO(for future reference: You Only Live Once) instructor Kate(eating fondue with the Biebester). I would like to believe there is more I can tell you but just in order to be myself I will conclude that you have to be here to experience the atmosphere. I myself do feel like a child in a candy store, although I doubt it in a candy store my knees would be hurting so badly. Okay, okay! I will leave the complaints for another life-time. And I just remembered to tell you to beware of bats. Not really! We had one on the 22nd and in the bedroom of the hostel. After nearly an hour of giggling in our beds, well into the early hours of the day, Alex, sleeping on the bunk bed next to mine said something about a bat. This was all somewhat creepy after Kate telling us about the bat nightmare she had the day before. Who would have known that archaeological excavations can unlock psychic abilities. Dig long and prosper my friends, for I will!