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It's 14.44 on the 24th of June. In this blog I will write about our last 2 working days of the week, and then our day off on Sunday.
We got up Friday morning at the usual time. As I entered the dining room Rico asked me if I could give him a hand with doing the dump run in Golden that morning. I agreed, as it would be good to get out of the Lodge for a while. So we jumped in the flatbed truck tha...
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Dr John HW
John Hyder-Wilson
Beaverfoot matters
Sounds like a fantastic stay. You all obviously gelled with the other wwoofers and lifetime memories have clearly been made. Yes, dumps everywhere have an indefinable - or perhaps entirely definable - similarity: a rotting smell, odd characters wandering about and a depressing atmosphere. There is a guy at Worthing tip (an employee) who wears a cowboy hat and boots and has a grey beard. He strolls around with a broom and does very little. Sorry that Raph turned out to have feet of clay after a promising start - I keep thinking of your description of him 'almost having a fight' with another wwoofer. It also sounds like some of things you have had to do are mere job creation, i.e. emptying about a loft and then putting everything back again. More likely just poor management. Off to Seville tomorrow and back Sunday. Was good to speak the other day and will be fantastic to see you again in a few weeks. Dad