Digger’s diary – day two (August 2nd 2010)
Arrived at the site to find we had had a delivery of fencing which was already going up to protect the dig sites. In my ignorance I had expected to sink post holes and attaché fence panels. How ignorant can you get! This fencing was see through large mesh frames that fit into ground blocks and are then clipped together and tightened to stay rigid. What a relief!.
Having set up the fences the exciting bit could start. Out came the spades and shovels and off came the turf to be laid about 18 inches from the edge of the trench, and the soil on to the other side of the trench on a plastic sheet. Here’s some free advice – do not place yourself behind a person wielding a mattock!
It not having rained for about eight weeks meant the ground was like iron. I should have listened to my brain and brought my own spade (a nice light sturdy little job that cuts well).
Just where it was expected to be was part of a structure which had shown up on the geo phys. What would we do without all those clever techies? Mental note to ask how they do it. I was kindly loaned Sheila’s regulation 4” trowel and a hearth brush and soon resembled one of those diggers on telly, cleaning the stonework. The structure might be early Victorian but had to be eliminated as it had shown up on the Geo Phys and was vaguely indicated on an old photograph. What, if anything, lies beneath that level we will find out tomorrow, or have to refill.
Soon, under Keith’s guidance there were three trenches on the go and I suspect we novices were all secretly hoping we would be the first to find SOMETHING.
About those fences. Being SEE THROUGH means the public can PEER IN AT US so now we all know what it must feel like being an inmate in the zoo. So long as they don’t start feeding us !!!
As soon as we started to work there was a trickle of interested Public, which is exactly what the project wants. That is to get the people of Folkestone on board and supporting what is being achieved for the town in terms of its very interesting and, to many people, unknown history.
One young lad wouldn’t give up until he was assured that we would look into whether he could help. For those of you with a nostalgic memory he might be a future Mortimer Wheeler. Eat your heart out Tony Robinson!
We’ve sorted out the campers and there are very nice polite notices, telling them where to go. We’ve got nice notices too, telling everyone we are Archeaologists. All puffed up with pride are we.
Back home and a nice hot bath.