Love amongst the sleeper walls

Horton Kirby, a Roman granary, was excavated in a single season in 1972 from beneath the neatly-mown turf of a playing field. Although the rescue dig was directed by Brian Philp, since he had other projects to manage, he put me in charge of a team made up of a handful of female trainee PE students from Dartford, and whoever else we could gather from the local community and beyond (including one charming young lady who became a member of the "Pan's People" troupe of dancers).

It was an idyllic summer. The dig went well. The weather was fine. I was surrounded by attractive young women. I lived in an ancient caravan painted yellow and black (the colours of CIB - Cohors I Baetasiorum: "First cohort of the Baetasians," Kent Archaeologial Rescue Group - Brian's cohort of rescue diggers) And of course I fell in love with Jackie, one of the PE students. Because the site attracted metal detectorists, we had to guard it 24/7, which meant that I was trapped on site except when I could persuade someone to site-sit for a few hours. I relied on a local schoolboy for my supplies, and on Jackie for company. It was all very romantic, especially when Jackie followed me down to Dover when the Horton Kirby excavations finished. Sigh!