The Ham, the Gherkin and the Mac.
Thursdays are always the hardest, the day before the last day before the weekend. You want rest, but you can’t rest, not yet. The dig has slowed down a bit since last week, we’re doing a lot less heavy lifting and a lot more trowelling – at least we look like real archaeologists now (but we gotta cut down on the burgers, sadly). Today Simon had us move around the trench, digging different places to get a feel for the site. Group C got split, so Nick and I worked on the assumed fill of the wall to the chapel. It was really rocky and full of rubble, the aim was to get it all out (it took longer than we expected it to). But Nick likes to be a macho man and took over the mattock straight away and began attacking the ground. Fun to watch, but there was a lot of rock hard, baked soil just being thrown into anyone’s face if they got closer than 2 metres. A lot of bone appeared around the ditches from the Johnathon and Yash ...