22nd April 2008, 09:18 PM
Woe was me on the very first feature I ever stuck my trowel in. But I like to think it wasn't really my fault...
I was pointed to a mark on a chalk surface and asked to half-section it. Sundry site supervisors gave their varying opinions as my digging progressed. It was a rubbish pit to start with. Stuffed with finds. Very interesting.
Five inches down and no finds; there was vague excitement that I could be onto a beaker burial.
Hole a bit deeper and much wider, still no finds. Ho hum, probably just a periglacial crack.
Then the person in front of me nearly fell in as they worked. Unfortunately, it turned out to be part of an Anglo Saxon grave that they were outlining, but we weren't supposed to be excavating.
When I came back to site the next day, said hole had been quietly backfilled and was never mentioned again.
I was pointed to a mark on a chalk surface and asked to half-section it. Sundry site supervisors gave their varying opinions as my digging progressed. It was a rubbish pit to start with. Stuffed with finds. Very interesting.
Five inches down and no finds; there was vague excitement that I could be onto a beaker burial.
Hole a bit deeper and much wider, still no finds. Ho hum, probably just a periglacial crack.
Then the person in front of me nearly fell in as they worked. Unfortunately, it turned out to be part of an Anglo Saxon grave that they were outlining, but we weren't supposed to be excavating.
When I came back to site the next day, said hole had been quietly backfilled and was never mentioned again.