First day of digging is always preceded by "Jet Lag Drinks Hour". This is, by admittedly imperfect recollections, the 15th year of this ritual. One was done virtually during Covid. A couple have been very informal. But a nice crew turned out this time.
Participants from the UK, the US, New Zealand, and the only person I've ever met from Yemen. The topics involved all manner of things. Tattoos, what it is like to administer emergency first aid while dressed like a pirate, that sort of thing. Then the customary toast to Absent Friends and off to bed.
Stunning weather and new areas to open up. The process of removing the green stuff is called "de-turfing". If you loudly announce that its time to get the Sod Off you will get some strange looks...
I will be showing fewer pictures of small pretty things this year. Policy on this has gotten a bit tighter In fairness they are doing a much better job on the "official" side regards publicizing what is going on. Oh, and so far I've found only a few small bits of pottery.
So expect more reportage on the odd aspects of life as a volunteer excavator. Such as, on my morning walk in, these big patches of stuff that look exactly like our rhubarb....but evidently are some sort of nasty super weed that can grow right through asphalt!
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