Probably. The met office says it will tomorrow and we were listening to Hallowed Ground by the Violent Femmes in the bus on the way home (many tracks about rain on this album). However, John thinks it is set to stay dry. We will see which is the better guide to the weather, hill farmer’s lore, country-punk or meteorological science.
This morning we had a visit from Mrs Perry’s year 3 and 4 class from Chatburn Primary School. We split the class into two groups and half of them came up the hill with me to learn about the Neolithic enclosure. Here they are watching as Irene and Scott remove part of the surface of the path. Irene then had the brilliant idea of letting everyone take a stone from the cobbled surface away to clean and study. We await the results of this collaboration.
Meanwhile the other half of the class was down in trench K with Jasmine getting the chance to dig for chert tools and waste and practice their sieving. After tea-break we swapped everyone around to make sure everyone saw the enclosure and got a chance to dig. Thanks to all the children for their interest and hard work.
In trench L, Alex, Cate, Josh and Carol have removed a large part of the upper orange clay fills of the doline. So far there are very few finds, although there does seem to be a concentration of charcoal in the south-west corner (bottom left as you look at this picture).
The biggest change of the day is probably to trench H. South of the cobbled surface, Gwen, Robyn and Alima have been excavating the end of a ditch. This is the same feature we found in trench D last year. Like last year’s section this bit is also full of enormous packing stones, showing that a big wooden post (one of the main posts of the timber circle) once stood here. The packing stone nearest the bottom of the photo is particularly exciting. The shape and wear on the upper surface makes us think that it is a broken saddle quern (grinding stone used for milling flour), an important Neolithic and Early Bronze Age food preparation tool.
Coming through Grimsargh on the way home the bus made a loud popping noise and stopped working, so we all got to spend quality time sitting by the side of the road wondering what the prognosis was and whether we would have a functional minibus in the morning. However, the nice man came from Ford Assistance and got his socket set out to save the day. We all got to go home only a little bit late for tea and, probably of less pressing urgency to everyone but me, we will have a bus to go to work in tomorrow.