20th December 2006, 06:12 PM
Circa late September 1989, I returned to a largely-backfilled and nominally finished excavation in Dumfriesshire to dig out one more section. It's tipping down with rain, I'm covered from head to foot in mud and swinging a mattock.
As I work, a carload of tourists pulls up next to the field, and they start taking photos. I imagined comments something like:
'Oh look Darlene - the peasants here still work the fields by hand!'
1man1desk
to let, fully furnished
As I work, a carload of tourists pulls up next to the field, and they start taking photos. I imagined comments something like:
'Oh look Darlene - the peasants here still work the fields by hand!'
1man1desk
to let, fully furnished