Day 4: Where we’re going we don’t need shovels…
In all truth, today began well and ended brilliantly. This was the beginning that I think everyone was waiting for. Shovelling past all the backfill from last years dig in the previous three days was encumbering, unexciting and full of questionable quotes from the Simpsons, Back to the Future and The Office. However, I finally managed to pull out my £10 trowel and use it for the right reasons. Although the weather had stopped shining, the clouds rolled in and the Cornettos remained in Tesco, (Thanks for the food by the way Mr. Pond, I’ll repay you in some way…) my burnt neck, which looks like it has been viscously slapped by the greatest (or worst) dictator on the planet - Kim Jong Cameron, was thankful for the cool breeze. One of the many highlights of the day took place during the 'introduction to public archaeology' workshop, where we visited King Charles Tower, which was occupied by a painter who produced pictures of storm troopers, Daleks and Darth Vader chilli...