The familiar National Trust Land Rover. You can't be a National Trust warden without one of these babies. This is on our first day which we spent at Bradenham Estate. We chopped down 20 year old trees, which had been planted in error, and burnt them on our oversized bonfire. |
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This is the bonfire before it really got going, seriously. Some days the bonfire flames would be a good three metres high. Really no place for an Aussie who sees a large fire and thinks 'Call the CFA! We're going to lose the forest!' Nothing else caught fire though, expect for people's polar fleeces. |
The working holiday team at Hughendon Manor (Day 3) on our morning tea break. For all those who forecast that I'd drown please note the gorgeous weather! |
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OK, not every day was gloriously sunny I'll admit, but the most we experienced were scattered showers on a couple of the days. Unfortunately on this day (Day 5) it was during our lunch break. |
Another of our glorious worksites. We spent the day (Day 3) clearing undergrowth from around 3 giant beech trees and enjoying a great view over the Chiltens. Note Jerry, the warden, bending down as he puts the kettle on the gas burner, you can also just make out the large tin of custard creams... |
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Our favourite warden, Jerry, who we got to work with for two of the days, points off into the distance. Jerry is the only man I've ever seen get passionate about fallow deer poo, and he had a great collection of jumpers. Plus he always finished off the day with a walk around the site! |
I'm second from the right. Yes, it was a glam week of high-heels, shrugs and tea-length gowns. Bet you're all really jealous now! |
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Our mini-van transportation, driven by our gallant leader Chris, outside our basecamp. The basecamp had a seemingly endless supply of jigsaw puzzles missing several critical pieces, games of Trivial Pursuit and alcohol but, surprisingly, working showers and comfortable mattresses were in short supply.
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