It’s Saturday. A day of rest. A few cars chugging up Pretty Road.
Meet some of the archaeologists digging at Goose Hill before the car park is laid. I told them it was devastating seeing such ancient land being destroyed and they agreed. They dug for HS2 too. They dig 50cm under the surface. The work has a fixed price so if they take longer they run out of money. They report to Suffolk Council. They keep an archive which we will be able to access.
Bridleway 19 is still open, work delayed by the archaeology findings. Leafy pathway with massive desert behind, mountains of earth and sand, a thin row of pine trees in the distance. The first crossing was heras fencing and they radioed through to the second gate which was open when we arrived, seven trucks waiting as we clung onto the old world, cheerily biking. A flow of trucks then rolled past: Gordon, Scania, Few Tip It Better, TARMAC.
Sizewell (who is Sizewell?) took Phil Baskett’s topsoil from the land he is renting to them.
A policeman flashing a blue light asked us to pause for 2 minutes by Moat Road. Another one preceded two large loads of rods. They have started the desalination plant.
My three year old guest found a decapitated pigeon in my gateway.
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