Day Twenty-Three
Today was lovely and sunny. The sun shone brightly, and in particular, on our veteran digger Mic, who is working in the annex to Structure Twelve.
Mic is… Read more
Day Twenty-Two
Contemplating an earlier site . . .
Today was one of those quiet, rather contemplative days, which often characterise the second-last week of an excavation.
The last week… Read more
Day Twenty-One
‘A tremendous mystery’
Today, we have the revenge of Trench T.
Not through Egyptian-style curses, or even through unexpected and catastrophic falls of rubble. Trench T has just… Read more
Day Twenty
The stone robbers
Structure Ten may have lost much of its internal walling to stone robbing in the distant past, but a clearer understanding of this dramatic structure… Read more
Day Nineteen
Today has been a good deal quieter than yesterday, which is just as well because extreme excitement (carved stone ball), extreme heat (all day) and extreme exertion (normal… Read more
Day Eighteen
The repertoire complete . . .
We have found a carved stone ball!
There you have it. We have ransacked our store of superlatives, but the extraordinary nature… Read more
Day Seventeen
We are delighted to announce that we have a new building.
Site director Nick and Structure Twelve supervisor, Jim, were there at the birth this morning, indeed acting… Read more
Day Sixteen
A law of archaeology . . .
. . . when the sun is beating down and everyone is feeling a little, well, exhausted, things start happening.
Sunny Monday… Read more
Day Fifteen
A plan for Trench T
Just in case the good folk of Trench T feel a little neglected, while the world’s media and, more importantly this blog, concentrates on… Read more
Day Fourteen
There is a strange meteorological process in Orkney which is seen nowhere else in the world.
It occurs when, by a sort of wind-borne osmosis, the very air… Read more
Day Twelve
We detect some of the visiting students and diggers on site looking at us Orkney residents today with a sort of new, and wondering, respect — as in… Read more
Day Eleven
A strange sort of sticky goo is leaking from the screen of the laptop on which this blog is being written.
That’s how hot it is.
Truth to… Read more