26 July 2017
So, today was the day. The day we opened up the site. Now, as excited as we were, we had not taken into consideration the actual act of opening the site. So, needless to say, we were given a slight reality check upon trying to each lift our first sandbags, which Tamara immediately likened to the weight of approximately ten baby humans. She was not wrong. After the biggest arm workout of all of our lives, we began to widen the site by opening up six more squares (with quite a fair amount of resistance from the grass roots who had made their home there).
After just a few minutes of the site being opened, our lovely blue-haired friend Amy, had by some sort of fortunate accident, uncovered the tooth of a bovid (thus setting the bar pretty damn high, thanks Amy). After this discovery and completing all we had to do before Deano arrived, we took the seating Gizelle had fashioned out of sandbags and engaged in a very strange conversation which began with the game 2 truths and a lie, some discussion of d-list celebrity sitings and a quip about what exactly one would call a broken total station (a totalled station! badumtss!).
When Deano finally graced us with his presence, conversation wandered to the striking resemblance of our dearest Nick to the main character in My Name Is Earl. Bet you can’t unsee that now huh?
We spent the rest of the day, meticulously and very chattily dusting the stubborn dune sand out of the site, covering altogether-too-serious topics of religion, evolution (naturally) and even female empowerment. So I think it’s fair to say that by the end of these three weeks, we’ll be pretty well acquainted.