This past two weeks have been rather
stressful. I have been up to my knees everyday in water excavating a sequence of Roman wells. I mention this as I referenced it in the last post and
The Evil Doktor Clay wanted to know more about it. I live in fear of this man. I have seen what he did to the neighbours dog last time he was here at my house and I am unwilling to walk around with a limp for the rest of my life, eating baby food through a straw, so it is better to do as he asks than risk the consequences. Below are a series of photographs which illustrate the difficulties we've had and what we've found over the previous fortnight. If you don't like archaeology or find this post boring then I suggest you look at these old websites I built a decade ago:
Dorkshire
The Les Dennis Experience
For the rest of you with more than one braincell to rub together, let's take a journey into the olden days!
Gevi encounters mud...
...and wood...
...and good (weather)
Collapsed revetments
In situ preserved wattle
Berny's Votive Offerings...
More collapsed structures
Berny suffers from trench foot...
Drastic situations call for drastic measures...
welly and bag combo, it what they wear in Milan...
That's a big one...
DUCK OFF!!
Get Ducked!!
The last person to touch this before I lifted it was someone 1500 years ago... Ruminate upon that!
The last stake
A worked Saddle Quern
Another 1500 year old stake
The end of the well
And finally, I think Banksey must be in York...
