Castle Doom

Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 15:31:40 +0200
So.... Where to begin? We managed to stumble out the bus and arrive on the side of the road in Chippenham (now fondly known as 'Shit-enham'). Got collected by what I suppose can be aptly described as a second-hand car salesmen, and driven out of town. Passed shops, people, farms and eventually nothing, bit worried now where exactly he was taking us.

Arrived in a really nifty little village (population under 20 and not even a kiosk to buy a coke apparently constitutes this) called Castle Combe (now fondly referred to as Castle Doom). The Castle Inn, where we were to be working seemed like a really nice place to stay - quaint to say the least and little pokey doors I had to crouch through, the stone walls and wooden beams charmed our socks off.

We were led to our staff accommodation which was almost entirely opposite - we had odd remnants of furniture, decapitated chairs, TV vaguely balancing on a beer crate, and a bed just larger than a single to share. Oh. So we made it our own and went down to learn the ropes and did so rather speedily. Exhausted we made our way to bed to prepare for our twelve hour shift the following day, wondering how we had somehow lost dinner.

The following day we went down and were sent back up as Kylie had on a 'slutty tops' - you know the tightish t-shirt types, tut tut. So found the clean white shirts some large man had left behind and tried to neaten them up. Went down again and told we looked fabulous! So started the first shift. We got a lunch break and meandered through the village, taking about 15 minutes at a very slow walk... Beautiful old old village, untouched over the last 100 years!