30th June 2005, 02:17 PM
Harking back again to the glory days of Rectory Farm , West Deeping in '94, we (nearly all the site team) occupied part of an unploughed spud field and lived in tents, caravans etc of varying states of disrepair. As I recall we were caught in the middle of one of the strongest storms in about 10 years in those parts (from the mouth of a local that was) which brought most peoples tents down. The lucky caravan owners were good enough to share their small accomodation spaces with the hoi poloi for a few days before peeps got themselves more sturdy tents.
By the end of the dig in October, I was utterly hardened to the outdoor life. My sleeping bag was on an inflatable bed thing at one side of the tent, with the rest of the floor under an inch of water. I had all my stuff floating around in plastic bags in it which seemed to do their job. I remember not minding in the least either. Its funny how you can get used to anything. I still look back quite fondly on the experience, though I'd never live like that again.
By the end of the dig in October, I was utterly hardened to the outdoor life. My sleeping bag was on an inflatable bed thing at one side of the tent, with the rest of the floor under an inch of water. I had all my stuff floating around in plastic bags in it which seemed to do their job. I remember not minding in the least either. Its funny how you can get used to anything. I still look back quite fondly on the experience, though I'd never live like that again.