This is a blog for a fieldtrip that breezed by so quickly that it needs to be captured.
A trip that consisted of late nights, early mornings, naps on buses and anything in between. That wasn’t until we got there though obviously. A 6 hour journey through Bristol and Cardiff with a few pit stops. We arrived in the late afternoon for us to dump our luggage in the dormitories so we could get a pint in the village. Being a small village, the pub was the only source of entertainment apart from running up a pier to go check out the waves. The staff at the field studies centre were kind enough to put the heavyweight boxing match on between Joshua and Klitschko which proved to be a thriller! I’m not even into boxing but I still found myself jumping frantically up and down when the Ukrainian stumbled to the ground in the 11th round.
The next day we hiked in the pouring rain to reach our location for day 1. It didn’t stop raining however! Everything became so saturated that it felt pointless wearing a hood. Ed described it as the worst day of his life and he was probably speaking for a lot of us. We were freezing, incapable of doing work and not to mention – our sandwiches were soaked. Typical geology.
I felt far more grateful on the second day of work as I felt less numb and more passionate about describing the rock units. I learnt about the types of coral evident in a particular sedimentary rock named as a Corilerferous. That night we came back to relax in the common room with cake and cider. I even managed to win a couple games of pool against my intoxicated course mates. The same course mates that had all swiped right on the only girl working at the bar.
Our lecturers took us to a different location for a few days, although this was when the Pembrokeshire plague started to arise. A quick re-cap is needed here as one of my housemates is on the course as well yet he decided to still come when he had thrown up twice on the morning of the coach journey to Pembrokeshire. No-one can say for sure if he spread anything but we know something caught on. The Pembrokeshire plague broke its victims intensively for a period of 24 hours. George was the first to get it, then Ed, then Ollie and Adam threw up violently during the day as well. My group avoided all contact with whilst they tried to clean out their stomach. They were labelled the ‘sic-est’ group on the field trip which I found hilarious, personally.
I would have loved to say that my skin became sun kissed over the second half of the week when the sun came out, but it never does anyway. Johnny, a new friend from our dormitory, layered his skin in cooking oil which is something I’ve never done ever since those Lebanese girls in Sri Lanka convinced me to put it on for a cheeky bit of sunbathing. Johnny angered us all even further when he said his ocean science course had the same credentials as our geology degree with less work. That was until we all came to the conclusion that none of us will probably pursue geology afterwards.
Still, whenever we got stressed out there was always a beach to go skim stones on.