Death From Above

BBC7 are doing Gaudy Night Strong Poison again. Half an hour of bliss in the bantering arms of Lord Peter and Harriet Vane whilst doing the washing up. Then washed the car. Because I'm terrible at waiting.

The car is delightfully clean. And I'm still waiting. Off to Ireland on Thursday to meet up with some peeps for a Birthday bash, hanging around for a week or so, still don't know if there's a job there.

Shall I wash the car again?

At 2am.

After having to change planes and other exciting things. Oh they were exciting.

Anyway, I'm home, I'm tired, but there's underfloor heating and the view (snow, snow and more snow) is magnificent.

Hopefully I'll be more comprehensible after I sleep.

Wow.

That is really all I can say about that. Though if pressed I could go a little further I suppose. If pressed.

Monday: It has snowed! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Going for a walk to look at the pretty (including standing on lake until it cracked and marvelling at the 2cm thick ice.
c) Building a 6ft tall phallus complete with testicles.

Tuesday: It has snowed again! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Complaining about the cold.
c) Building a "Mr T" snowman, complete with mohawk, biceps and medalion. (the snow was wetter and more sculptable).

Students were requested to remove items from the phallus so that it looked a little less realistic. They did so. Snow sculpture was still pretty obviously what it was.

( Anyone still reading? )

Oh, and the snow/perfect peace on Sunday meant I finally got the chapter of fic finished that I've been battering at for almost 3 years now. There are no words for the glee. No words.

And now I have wine. And Wifi. A great combination.

Cold.

Rain.

Windchill.

COLD!!!

But I found an AWESOME Podzol just sittin' there on a forest track thus winning the day. POINTS!!!

And we're off home tomorrow, field season is over. *sadface* I've had a lovely holiday though.

*takes one last look around, smiles and sighs with happiness*

Goodbye mountains. It's been fun.

Today we were in the Wicklow mountains. High, barren and covered in practically nothing. Blasted Heath would about cover it. The weather decided we deserved horizontal driving rain and hail so today the soil surveyor decided we should adopt the surveying technique known as "analysis from the car."

Drive along, wind down window, take picture, move on. Twas all bog anyway.

So yeah. Weather:0, TH: fifty million.

Oh and there was a film crew somewhere, all the gubbins and various signs but we didn't actually see them in reality. They could have been in a valley, though mind you - with the weather and that, they were more probably not even there at all.

Now we have posh hotel (plus wifi! yay!) and a sea view.

The trees are all colourful and autumnal and I get to sit in a field all day and look at them. Even a couple of days of rain can't wash that smile away.

And the waterproof is brilliant, though it may be tempting fate to say so.

So far, no wireless at all, but bless this beautiful hotel, it's got a little I can leach off of.

So hey y'all. I'm alive. How're things?

Work: Crap, annoying, Co-worker (lack of copy-pasta) driving me round the bend.
After work: Swimming. Wasn't gonna be good but then routine calmed me down.

1 KM!!!

Again!!!

Now day = awesomely good.

(Also there is accommodation sorted in Ireland. Nice and cheap and someone will be getting me the keys so I can fall into bed on Friday night when get back from the field. Someone else is gathering the students together for a Saturday night Welcome-To-Ireland Piss-up)

yay.