After waiting for my lift from John H who was picking up supplies as the ferry had also shipped across fruit and veg. It is seriously like the feeding of the 5,000 when the boat gets in. A mix of tourists and locals picking up their provisions for the weekend. So it's actually more like the feeding of the 67+some. :D
Last week the three big trenches were given the, rather optimistic, names Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. When I got to site people were still working on Thursday. The Trench That Was Thursday, that amuses me no end.
After a quick spot of lunch I joined in the work on Thursday, proper name Trench 8 but I prefer Thursday, and could soon see why they were still working away. I can't really say much about what is there but it seems to be a prehistoric stone structure and possible burials. Therefore it is awash with rocks which makes troweling an exercise in frustration at times. Still pretty fecking cool though. Especially as I have a bad habit of classing anything later than the 5th century as modern history. :D
I overheard John H telling some visitors that what we were working on probably represents the beginning of use of this land and the ruined priory the end, we just need to fill in the 2,000 years in between. :D
Just before we took a tea break mid-afternoon the topic of dissertations came up and I really struggled to describe mine. I can do so fine on paper but verbally I fail dismally. Really need to work on that. Though the process of moving through and across and between sites as a means of understanding them is pretty airy fairy tbh :D
I'll throw some picks of the trenches online tomorrow so long as the weather is conducive to taking more pics. All I took today were pics of the beach below site that a few of us visited and of Diesel, a wee terrier that seems to have adopted us, the rat catcher.
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| The water is sooo effing clear! |
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| Diesel, not sure if we've adopted him or he's adopted us :D |
