It’s almost a month since we finished the Studmarsh dig. I can honestly say that it was one of the best Summers of my life. Coming back down to earth has been incredibly hard, hence a bad dose of Blogger’s Block.
We are meeting tomorrow at Whitbourne, near Bromyard, to discuss the findings of the dig and the next phase of the Past in Mind project. This has really made me realise that I can’t put off writing any longer. I want to capture the Studmarsh Summer before it becomes obscured by Autumn mist.
Weather-wise we faced many endurance tests throughout August. Twice we had to abandon the site altogether because of thunderstorms and torrential rain. It was the kind of penetrating rain that seems to make your insides wet. But at least it showed me that “Blog from the Bog” is an apt name. The Studmarsh site is literally a bog – and its watery underside is one reason why it was favoured by our ancestors. We did have some days where the sun shone for us so that we could dry out before the next downpour. These days were golden nuggets.
As time went on the daily trek to reach the site became more enjoyable. I can’t say that for the trek back at the end of the day. The track was uphill on the way back, and we all felt it. But I think everyone became very attached to the field which saw most trowel activity. It was flanked by a herd of benign cows and a seriously macho bull. They watched us go past twice a day and even escorted us to the gate on one occasion. (Being seen off the premises by a herd of cows is where I draw the line regarding new challenges).
In the Studmarsh field there is a huge oak tree which became our lunchtime focal point and often served as an impromptu shelter. The oak tree (informally known as Doug) must have seen so much. When we had a site visit from the Herefordshire Parklands project manager, Lewis Goldwater, it became clear just how ancient the oak tree is. It has never been recorded until now, and is thought to be around 450 years old. http://www.ancient-tree-hunt.org.uk/recording/tree?tree=WRbknGHzCkKsr7L%2bjicHpw
One of the aspects of the dig which I enjoyed most was the time spent with archaeologists and fellow volunteers. I loved the mix of banter and informative conversation. Right from the start there was so much to learn. Sieving and trowelling were just the start… The site archaeologists, Chris and Dai, are both talented teachers although they might not realise it. I never thought that I’d be asked to taste and smell mud and soil to identify them – yet by using taste and smell you really can identify some of their properties. Sometimes I found it difficult to tell the difference between silted rock and earthenware, and at first I was having many pseudo “Eureka” moments. But I was taught how to feel the difference between them and this helped me to home in on a couple of finds.
This hands-on approach quadrupled my self-esteem. I thought my lack of sight would be an impediment in archaeology, but we found a way round everything except how to code the colour of soil on the Munsell chart. Even this obstacle could be overcome with the help of technology – a University Lecturer who visited the site, is on the case!
The trench that most of the volunteers worked in revealed part of a Medieval building which probably belonged to a local official. The size of the stone, as well as the dimensions of the “rooms”, indicate considerable wealth.
At the time of the dig the theory was that the Studmarsh site had been abandoned in the 14th century. The Black Death, political unrest and local famine would all have played their part. As we slowly uncovered the huge stones until we reached bed rock, I felt a real sense of sadness for the people who had first placed those stones and lived in the Studmarsh field. No matter how many centuries have gone by, when you’re removing layers of someone’s home it still feels intrusive. That’s why I was so pleased to take part in the backfilling work at the end of the dig. It felt like a mark of respect to place the stones back in the earth where we had found them.
Entwined in the long grass of Studmarsh there is undoubtedly personal tragedy. This had a very profound effect on me at the time and it has not left me completely. Having said that, this huge boggy field with the Pedunculate oak tree is one of the most peaceful places I have visited.
Many volunteers who participated in the dig are recovering from mental health troubles. It was so refreshing to take part in a challenging physical activity with no hint of Day Care about it. Although every part of me ached, I felt proud of my exhaustion at the end of each day because I had earned it. Being outdoors with a very eclectic group was so beneficial, and I relished the fact that community spirit brought everyone together no matter what their background. It was invigorating having such a specific focus – i.e. discovering the secrets of Studmarsh. At the point of slicing your trowel into the earth and loosening a piece of pottery there is little room for mental distress. That has got to be worth savouring.
The Studmarsh dig has given me an archaeological bug which is not likely to diminish. Now I know how much clout depends on the size of an archaeologist’s trowel I hope I’ll get the chance to volunteer at least once a year.
Thank you to archaeologists Ian Bapty, Dai Williams and Chris Atkinson for giving us volunteers a Summer which the rain didn’t drown.