That awful day Pete left!

It was only 15 minutes after we started work on the 1st of August that the light drizzle became consistent rain. Although I tired to stay on the bright side and just accept the fact as a necessity of archaeological life, I couldn't help but read a secret meaning into this change of weather. Somehow I had the feeling that every person in the project was in a horrific mood. Partially I was in a bad mood as well but just because after a certain point here you change your moods just to get things going. Kate and I had to finish our survey of what is supposed to be a staircase tower in the Upper House. Lily was busy recording her trench. Jenna was still giving all her attention to her trench, Clive. Alex and Stephen were continuing the strenuous task of finishing the survey of the Upper House. We were expecting some rather exciting guests that day- people from the Royal Commission. And so they came, soon after lunch and in the light drizzle. We were separated into 2 groups and were to have both a practical lesson in how to use a fancy total station and a informative talk on archaeological and architectural photography. Our group was the first to get down to the Lower Building and start recording the features of the multistoreyed building. Learning new practical skills, I always find, is rather exciting, it brings a new meaning to the whole dig experience. But perhaps the most fascinating side of meeting all these people that come here, to this secluded point in North Wales, to teach us something is the chance to put faces to the information that archaeologists find so valuable. I imagine next time I'll be sat in the Arts and Social Studies Library I will read an article on archaeological photography and then I will know that it's people writing those. Sounds silly, doesn't it. Sadly our day came to an end and what an end it was... Pete was in a rush to catch his train and came down to the Lower House to have his goodbyes with us. As foolish as it may sound I felt like everything would change after Pete leaves. An era at BK12(our site code) was over. However we made a promise to our adoptive dad Pete that is, that we will stalk him in Cardiff forever and ever.