so Leia and C and I spent the morning putting up tents in the lab. Why? Well why not? People seemed oddly confused by our behaviour, although Candice came along for tea and was much more accepting than the odd postdoc who couldn’t quite figure us out. I’m beginning to think tat the people in the building view our lab as somewhere scary to be avoided…
Tent number 1
The trusty coffee-machine!
Leia checking for scorpions (that tent hasn’t been used since the Kalahari and we all know that those little guys are tough and stuff.
“the ground is rather hard’ (yip, I actually said that.)
A tight squish, plus we matched our outfits tot he tent and had to show it off, shoes and all…
Tent 2, and by now we had out Rambo-gear in place.
Can’t… hold… Rambo…Face…
Son of Rambow-face
Golf with tent-poles
It’s been a long day already…
“What ARE you doing?”
Yip, really. It’s stitched into the lining nogal!