There were a few people on that trip who were really keen on the archaeology, and really wanted to know the inside of a cat’s arse (phrase from a Welsh girlfriend’s mother), about everywhere, and some who almost hadn’t any idea where they were.
A young Londoner – of the breed who were making fortunes in hours at that time, had been told he should take a couple of weeks off, so he just phoned the company and asked what was leaving the next day and paid for it over the phone.
Last minute, anywhere – as a result his blank sheet of expectations gave us a few laughs, his signature question on arrival at a site to visit was always “So, Bob, what’s the scoop on this ruin ?”
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