A newcomer to the world of archaeology, I prepared for my first dig in 2009 with slightly mixed feelings. Excitement: I'm finally getting to learn how to use a trowel like a boss. Hope: what if I find something significant (be it a rather underwhelming bit of pottery)? Anxiety: what if I turn out to be as useless and counter-productive as a tunnelling pest?
This is what happened: 3 weeks of rain, severe sunburns, and a budding love for pig mandibles and undecorated ceramic.
After a flight, two train journeys and a bus ride, I was picked up by the site supervisor and given my first task: pitching my tent in a nettle-infested field. Needless to say I picked the wrong place and had to move it on the next day.
Our site, hidden in the almost virgin wilderness of rural Aberdeenshire (at a staggering 20 minute walk from the nearest chippie and pub), consisted of a ruined, mostly medieval castle and a number of trenches, some of which had been sleeping under tarpaulins for a few years. The excavation was led by Dr Penny Dransart (Lampeter University) as part of the Scottish Episcopal Palaces Project, exploring the specificities of Scottish medieval episcopal architecture. Successive occupations, from Prehistoric times up to the early 20th century, have been identified on this site. The castle itself, first excavated in the 19th century, is now known to have been surrounded by a moat, and has had different uses and construction phases (some of them noticeable in the above picture) until its destruction by fire in 1919. It has been the summer residence of the Bishops of Aberdeen in medieval times. From 1550 to 1932, it has been owned by the Leslie family, whose international connections (they owned land in what are now Liechtenstein, Austria, Slovenia and the Czech Republic) could account for some Continental-like features. More information about the project and the site here, here and here. The reports by Dr Dransart form the basis of the information relayed here.
Despite a few setbacks (the weather from Hell, causing trenches to flood, structures to collapse and diggers to curse), Fetternear '09 was a relatively fruitful season, the star find being a well-preserved medieval wooden beam, which was interpreted as a part of a bridge. We appeared on a BBC 2 series that I wasn't allowed to watch (thanks for that, iPlayer!) because I lived in France when it was broadcast, so that I can only trust my fellow diggers when they say that I 'looked awful' in it.
This is what happened: 3 weeks of rain, severe sunburns, and a budding love for pig mandibles and undecorated ceramic.
After a flight, two train journeys and a bus ride, I was picked up by the site supervisor and given my first task: pitching my tent in a nettle-infested field. Needless to say I picked the wrong place and had to move it on the next day.
Fetternear House and nice blue sky- we were later punished for this "heatwave" by unceasing rain. |
Despite a few setbacks (the weather from Hell, causing trenches to flood, structures to collapse and diggers to curse), Fetternear '09 was a relatively fruitful season, the star find being a well-preserved medieval wooden beam, which was interpreted as a part of a bridge. We appeared on a BBC 2 series that I wasn't allowed to watch (thanks for that, iPlayer!) because I lived in France when it was broadcast, so that I can only trust my fellow diggers when they say that I 'looked awful' in it.
My precious! First ever finds' tray. |
Stones. From a wall. Destroyed by the wind and rain. |
1 comment:
This was great! a humourous but frightfully accurate account of a digger's experience :) Good memories!
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