That day I killed Bob!

First Tour around the project site day at Plas Brynkir! We're all up and down in the Training room at 9am, dressed up in our fancy Cardiff University Student Guide t-shirts and ready to show some people how much we know about the site, or how much we don't. Should we be nervous, chilled, anxious, or do we just want to keep on digging? There was really no time for such existential, profound questions. I should have learned how to improvise these stuff earlier in my life. Now I'm just an almost 22-year-old first year student an I start forgetting English just because I have 3 people following me around and expecting to be amazed. For me the funniest bit of the tour was the beginning itself when I started off smoothly with forgetting the word "bridge" in English. The other teams had their own group to lead around and I had to start the tour of my group with introducing the Lower House. Pieces of history of the site, pieces of my rotten English and a lot of awkward pauses, while looking at my notes. Thank the Goddess Pete came down from the hostel for reasons unknown to me. You remember Pete-our dig food-magician, favorite person to play NEVER HAVE I EVER WITH and my rival for the snacks in the vending machine. Off topic!!! It took me exactly 20 minutes to get my compact group of lovely archaeology involved people around the Lower House and up to the hostel. Jenna was the one taking our group to the Upper House which is also the actual dig site at the moment. She was treading in front of the hostel, waiting for the group to come out and completely forbid me to go with her. I don't really blame her- I do tend to overtake and I wouldn't want to be doing to a team-mate, even less to a friend. After the tour was officially over and we bid our farewells with the lovely elderly visitors we went back to digging and surveying in the afternoon. That, men and gentle-ladies was the exact time of Bob's death. About 25 to 2 pm I reckon... I had finished the rusty layer of soil the day before and I hit the next context and was ready to put lots of effort into troweling I realized everything beneath my hands was a compact surface. I should have been happy but this was perhaps the saddest day in my archaeological existence. After cautious cleaning, taking of photos and information for drawings Bob will be proclaimed officially dead. I am not ashamed to admit I did procrastinate, just a tiny bit. But we all know good things come to an end. Other things happened at the site as well. I would hate for the readers of this blog, as few as they may be, to be scandalized by my selfishness. Jenna reached a flagstone surface in her trench and cleared the place where a supposed window-seat is, the lovely Lily kept on expanding her main door trench and Kate was winning over the white hat(SUPERVISOR) by helping out Rosie and Nick in their monster trench. As for Stephen and Alex they did in fact leave us on the field, digging in sun and rain and began work with Mark on the drawing up of plans for the Upper House. It was another fine day at Plas Brynkir. And everyday does get better. We are a lucky bunch