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That was me and my ego that was !!#
Another day another WSI?
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I remember being in a really deviant Butlin's style familee caravan camp on the Firth of Forth in February or March with 6 adults squeezed into one caravan. Freezing cold and very very cramped.
And on that same site - which was great diggin' but unbelievably fractious - at one point they ran out of space and made the women share not just rooms, but beds!
In many ways, it was a close site.....
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I have "fond" memories of a student training dig muddy campsite, with temperamental hot water in its only shower, which ended up as a collapsing-tent extravaganza during a storm on the last night. About eight of us ended up in the "girls" caravan. I always resented the fact that the only caravan on site went to the girls anyway, so when we invaded it with soaking wet clothes and stinking colds, it seemed like just desserts.
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Did any of you stay in that "converted" barn at the Dartmoor Expedition centre?
Strange but true springs to mind!!
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yeah, I've stayed in teh converted barn at Dartmoor. I have fond memories of the ponies looming out of the fog at me on the way hom from the pub. Wonky floors, but otherwise pretty good.
I don't think I've been doing this long enough to get proper war stories. This thread is like the four Yorkshiremen sketch in Python...
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A gang of us were walking back from the pub to the aforementioned barn when a van pulled up and these two hillbillies gave us a lift back. It could have ended like a scene from "Deliverence", they were more pissed than we were "Hardcore Banjo Action"!!
deep
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sgotta perdy maowth paw......
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Hmmmm! "Squeal like a pig boy"! Another great line from an odd film!!
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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.
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well i havent got any real horror stories - although i did spend a month on site in a 6ft long tent.... problem is i'm 6ft 3