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It would be nice to have a gap between the colds, rather than having them overlap. I thought I was coming to the end of the last one, but now I'm sneezing too much (interesting, in the fast lane of the A1) and the sinuses are raw again.
Going to the Norton Community Archaeology Group talk last night probably didn't help - a fascinating overvew of the results from the dig I helped with last summer, but held in a drafty building with no heating.  It seems that what we were digging up is the previously unknown link between formative henges and classic henges. (Yes, thanks to the speaker's enthusiasm, I did get excited about this.) When you look at what happened, in what order, you can see a formative henge (circular) being converted to a classic henge (oval). It got used for lots of plate-smashing parties with high quantities of meat being eaten,  and later, just as henges were becoming fashionable, the whole thing stopped. A child cremation burial was placed at the entrance, and it was effectively abandoned from the very early Bronze Age onwards, though still visible when the annoying modern irrelevance was built around it - a Roman farmstead, and a Roman industrial iron production site :)

(I should perhaps add for the benefit of American readers that even by British standards, calling Roman remains "modern" is not normal, unless one is a professional archaeologist specialising in the Neolithic, and even then, it's said ironically.)


 
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 Saturday was mainly catching up on sleep (really should remember this "bed before midnight" idea during the week), and then going out with Dave (mmm) looking at possible new 3-piece suites with armchairs the right size for me and with leg supports such as are good for lymphodaemic legs. Yes, I am trying to remember to take leg problems seriously. 

Then we had a meal out at Frankie and Bennys. We'd planned on Aroma, but it seems to have been demolished :( F&B new lighter menu is very nice indeed, but the atmosphere at 5pm on a Saturday requires ear-plugs :(

Today got off to a good start when I weighed myself and found I'd finally hit that 3-stone target I've been hovering just over for far too long.

I spent the day at the Norton dig again, this time on the Finds team. A lot of recording things, then swapped over to identifying things. OK, so how fast can I learn a totally new subject, in which I have no previous training or experience? Pretty fast, it seems. Yes, there were plenty of times when I was calling for expert advice, but so were others. I particularly liked the exchange that went
"I think it's real ceramic, not just CBM."  (new jargon for the day - Ceramic Building Material i.e. tile or brick) 
"But it's red. Did they have ceramic for eating in red?"
"Well, there was Samian ware, that was red, and shiny like this."
It was Samian.
Apparently I can prepare plastic bags with proper identification codes twice as fast as others, too.

I'll be back there in two weeks time, and that's the last day of the dig, and an open day.

Tonight, had a nice rabbit stew I'd made back in April and frozen, with added Real Organic Veg., and still have four points left even if I ignore the considerable number of exercise points, and the 45 weekly points I can still use before tomorrow morning. I can smell cheese on toast. I think I deserve a treat.


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Back at the Norton dig again, and still trying to define the edges of a ditch - chalk walls, soil infill. Except for where the infill also seems to be chalk, because the wall slumped. This time it was "just" cleaning rather than major soil removal, or at least this was the plan. So, an hour of scraping, break time (half an hour to walk to the loo at Bickerdykes and back - no, they can't have a porta-loo, anything left on site overnight gets vandalised), another hour of scraping. Trouble is, my wrist isn't really strong enough for this very hard, dry soil, and because I'm sitting on a stool, not kneeling, I can't properly apply what strength I've got. I'm not convinced I achieved anything very useful. No, I can't kneel, even with a kneeler. Well, I can, but most of my concentration is on getting the pressure back off the lymphodaemic shins, and not screaming, and this isn't helpful.
Keith has a panorama of the site, and there I am in the front right group, back to you, wearing yellow.



I'd only planned on working the morning anyway, and a good job, I was tired enough by the end of that that getting up a one-foot step was hard work. So, afternoon, I was on to paper-work. Registering all the finds that were coming in, each in their own neatly-labelled plastic bag. Most were the exciting "flint", "bone", "snail shell", "CBM" (ceramic building material i.e. brick or tile), but one, registered out of order because of the excitement, was a tiny Celtic coin!
Keith's blog for the day tells the detail

But then the storm clouds started heading our way, and since paperwork is one of the few things on site that will dissolve in rain, we packed up - everything in bags, bags in boxes, boxes under tarps, now weigh the tarps down. I'd already got my waterproof on - well, my lightweight animal-print shower-proof. This is going to be a light summer shower, right? Wrong... it got heavy. The thunder started. It got really heavy - right, pack up all tools. Not a lot I could do to help with that - a bit of light folding and packing, but I was well beyond heavy lifting by now.
Important and non-waterproof things stayed under tarps for as long as they could.
Keith takes shelter

The rain then turned to hail, and I realised that my shower-proof was not even close to being proof against this. Nor was it as good as I'd hoped at being wind-proof, or capable of keeping me warm. My back, already unhappy, decided to lock up. Time to beat a retreat, stopping under a tree to get my bag into a carrier bag, since canvas wasn't up to this, either. It's about 15 min walk to the car, partially across fields, with less butterflies on view than yesterday for some reason, and as I suspected then and confirmed when I got home, the "waterproof" had done such a good job that every item of clothing, protected by it or not, was wet enough to need wringing out.

Warm dry dressing gown, hot soup, and the return of Dave, were all good things, but in the absence of immediate hot water and given how tired I was, I decided that a short nap in a Warm Happy Place would be a good idea. Short nap... right. Three hours later, Dave woke me with a kiss.
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... in a field the whole day through. Well, no, actually, a few hours proved to be quite enough, but I'll be doing a few more tomorrow. I've been at an archaeological dig in Norton, clearing greyish-brown soil off the top of brownish-grey soil so as to see the edge of a ditch with chalk walls. Tomorrow we'll be digging trenches across it, and may find out as a result whether it's Neolithic or Iron Age. The ground is very dry and very hard, and personally I suspect these Neolithic / Iron Age people had learnt to use concrete to line their ditches.
The technical details are on the dig's blog, and the writer must have spent every moment typing after he got home to get them up that fast!
http://nortoncommarch.wordpress.com/

In health terms, this is partly an attempt to get me out in the open air and doing something reasonably active, and partly a test of where my limits are now. Can I, for instance, do mildly strenuous work at ground level, given a suitable seat? Yes, it seems I can, though I'm glad I didn't have to actually kneel. Can I lift a bucket full of spoil? Yes, before lunch - by half-way through the afternoon, no. Stamina? This was the problem, It was a long walk to get there, and then hard work in hot sun. I got to the point of "bit dizzy, stand up, take a breather, shovel spoil into bucket, get back to it", then "dizzy, stand up, get water and energy bar, get back to it" and ended up with "get dizzy, stand up, don't quite fall over, stay dizzy". At that point they told me to stop. I'd normally carry on through "stand up, fall over, get up again" up to "stand up, fall over, don't get up again", but they didn't like the idea.

Tomorrow, my current plan is to get there at the start (don't ask), but not to continue after lunch. If I can manage it, that's a bonus, but there's no point in being silly about this.

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