The Bail Down

Heads or tails? Four hours dipping a well, or early departure from site and a yummy scone. I guess what you lose on the swings you make up on the roundabout. Four hours was well spent, measuring the depth of some smelly red stuff in a well. And with that, I learned the bail down G-test. Time flies when you're having fun.

The good: fantastic weather; some incomprehensible Doric chat; and the following: "Aww, him? Yeh he loves red diesel. Thinks nothing of it. He'd rub it in his face and his hands if he could." Love it.

The bad: my aura surrendering to the fuel vapours.

The unexpected: 20 degrees C! Without a doubt, the most beautiful spring day.