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It was a long day even before Mr H returned, muddied but unbowed, from his final day on the dig. He didn't even have time for a shower (!) before we headed up to the Pleasance to join the mini-bus to Firbush. Once we'd arrived, unpacked and made up our beds, we started to wonder if anyone was going to volunteer to open the wee bar.

Ach, well...dirty work, but somebody's got to do it, ect, ect....