Changing jobs in April.

As I am once again on the move. I do change my job like I change the sheets. It has come to my attention that whenever I change my job at this time of year there seems to be a ridiculous influx of offers.

Now I could be incredibly unrealistic and say it’s all thanks to my ability to do my job, but lets be pragmatic here. April is the start of the financial year. Everyone suddenly has an increased workload, just watch BAJR for those adverts flying up all over the place, everyone suddenly needs copious amounts of staff.

So my advice to those would be archaeologists, or would be ‘stepper-uppers’: Apply for everything, even those jobs you wouldn’t necessarily think you have a shot at, from the end of February onwards. Companies desperately need people. If you think you can do the job but just want a bit more training on something, then tell them that.

Offers come pouring in and options are an archaeologists best friend.



I visited Must Farm!

Luckily for me I was invited to go along to a little friends and family open day at  ‘Britain’s Pompeii’ (Daily Mail, 2015).

Back when a pipeline was being put in place and fragments of wood were pulled up in the foot wide trench, it was recognised to be something of interest, a note was made, should the quarry ever decide to extend, and in 2006 when a quarry expansion was planned the true identity and significance of Must Farm was revealed. Trail trenches were excavated and a plethora of late Bronze Age artefacts were retrieved, leading to the open area excavation currently taking place.


Gone is the outstanding view of the Whittlesey McCain chip factory, a warehouse has been erected, water sprayers and scaffolding are at the ready. The site, being done by CUA, has been running since July 2015 and they’re now in the fight for more time (hence all of the outreach and open days to spread the word of site significance).

Three roundhouses (in blue), a palisade (in red) and a causeway (in green) have been revealed. The largest of the houses being almost 16m in diam. The three houses seem to be contemporary, or at least burnt down at the same time along with the palisade, but the causeway being around 100 years earlier.

The site is dated from 1300-1200BCE. All manner of specialists have been out to have a looksee, including, of course, those Flag Fen folks. Next week they have a shiny person going out to analyse and conclude whether the houses burnt down by accident or by arson. As of yet they’re keeping all of the specialist comments under wraps but a couple tid bits of gossip made it out. The content of the pots discovers in 2006 revealed food remains, a bizarre concoction of nettles and grains, I decided on a form of nettle bread and my housemates parents on nettle porridge; a well preserved box was lifted a couple of weeks ago and the skull of a child (no other bones) has been found under what appears to be the remains of the outer wall of the largest roundhouse.

The site looks good in the photos which have been spread across newspaper headlines and the bbc, but it can’t really compare to the reality. Stumbling across this open expanse of wood and you would think it freshly hewn and put together, bizarre levels of preservation! But here are a few of the best bits:


The largest of the roundhouses. (Note the half closest to the camera has started having its burnt down roof removed.) The palisade enclosing all 3 roundhouses, you’ll have to forgive the oblique section shot, but you can see the depth of the posts, they conducted a test and when the clay is wet the posts can be driven directly in without the need of cutting a posthole first, remains of the wattle and daub walls, having fallen inwards, every part of the house has collapsed in on itself, suggesting the fire started from within and the roof joinings, the one piece of wood has had a rectangular hole cut through its centre and a second piece of wood pushed through, the construction techniques show true wood working mastery.

Now it’s been a couple of months.

On May 10th I moved out of London and left MOLA. It was a beyond amazing time and here are some pictures from it.

Firstly some of the lovely finds from the Broadgate site!

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And there cannot be all work and no play, so here are a few of the fabulous team shots while letting off some of that much built up steam!



And there was of course some relevant play… visiting all of those historical and educational places!

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Adding strings to the bow…

In my naivety I thought being a good digger, good at doing paperwork and being good at rectifying other peoples mistakes on paperwork would be the way forward to make it as a good supervisor.

Oh naive little Beki. Since starting my new proper grown-up job in archaeology I have learnt so many new things and have got plenty more to go.

1) I’ve been advancing my experience with those old GPS units.

2) I’ve been learning QGIS (I found this incredibly tricky and convoluted… but turns out with repetition it gets much easier and I can now digitise my plans, sections and set them out all pretty and ready to print!)


3) I’ve asked to do my First Aid training.. they’ve said I can and are looking into the next available session.

4) At some point I will get to learn about 3D photography and setting all of that palava up!

5) Finally after all that it will be the turn of the geophys team to show me the ways!

Baby steps…

Another new job.

I started my new permanent job today.

Went to the office in Lincoln, had a look around, read A LOT of templates for paperwork/reports/GIS all of that sort of thing.

Got my contract to sign, filled out all of the relevant new starter forms and noticed something a tad peculiar, a job title I didn’t realise I had…


Interpretive job descriptions welcome in comments…

Must have gypsy in the blood.

I moved out of London on May 10th.

I took a week off to recuperate and see the family.

The 17th May I moved to Lincoln, I had planned to stay there until July 20th, but after two days and the realisation that I was expected to do 12 hour shifts and work 6 days a week, I simply thought “hell no”

So I got in touch with an old boss. Organised to head to Northampton after a weeks notice in Lincoln and spend my time there until July 20th.

On the Friday before being due to leave I get offered a better job. I say I’ve already agreed to head to Northampton, so out of professional courtesy I shall head there for 2 weeks and then join the better job with a new company in Lincoln.

I’m now settling there as the contract is permanent. However this does include going on secondment for 3 weeks from July 20th back up the North Yorkshire.

All of this comes after moving around from:

Shropshire – Milton Keynes – Gloucester – Edinburgh – Bradford – Exmouth & Hayling Island – Chester – Richmond – London

My nanny used to tell me that my fathers family were descended from Rom’s who left India, travelled through Romania into Europe and finally settled in Ireland before upping sticks (like so many) and settling in Birmingham.

Many many many generations down the line… I think those itchy feet linger in the genetics.

Perfect Pottery

Finally found a lovely large sherd of prehistoric pottery today.

So proud. This is my personal best, the biggest bit of prehistoric pot that I have ever found.

I’m thinking Bronze Age, although I don’t know Lincolnshire artefacts very well.

It was lovely. My picture is poor but the sun was so bright today (so I can’t complain).

You could see the coils of rolled clay, just such a human element to the whole production!