16/04/17
Mark S, Toby, Adam W, Cat, Andy V, Ivor
Enthusiasm and optimism were in abundance after our last dig: our steady draught had been with us throughout, we'd successfully started the new roof section, and the floor looked to be getting looser beneath us. It's always a dangerous game heading to a dig with high expectations.
We had a team of six on Easter Sunday, including the first visit to the dig for Cat and Andy. In typical fashion a large enthusiastic team coincided with a requirement to spend some time scaffolding. This meant that feeling somewhat out of my depth, I had to step into the sizeable shoes of our chief scaffolding consultant. Size twelves I think. After some pondering we sent up an order for a few bespoke pole lengths to extend the new roof the to the full width of the shaft, and we installed some much needed support at the corner of the roof, pinned (we hope) to a solid piece of wall.
After an hour or so, we were in a position to get going, and we sent the dig-newcomers to the bottom. Buckets came up thick and fast as the shaft continued its downward progress. Aching limbs ensued for those of us that had just spent two days hauling the huge metal tub out of alum, so we decided not to finish too late to ensure we still had strength for digging again the next day.
Sadly the hint of an undercut of the wall we are following failed to translate to reality, but the draught is still ever-blowing.
Onwards and downwards...