What archaeology in the National Trust means to me
Its hard to chose a favourite place for archaeology, as its everywhere I look. Where ever I go I see the landscape alive with people from the past. Oxen ploughing the fields in the valleys of West Dorset, the miners trudging home from the Levant tin mine, the Cornish sea mist dusting their hair. The noise of the blacksmiths and animals in the outer bailey of Corfe Castle, a Roman soldier on Hod Hill fort, wondering why the local Iron age people lived in round houses made of earth and thatch. The children smashing the cider jar trying to taste a drop left by the farmer and scattering to hide in behind the stooks of corn.
Each lump and bump has a story to tell, the clues are all around mounds of earth, deep ditches objects eroding from banks, ploughed up in the fields or the coppiced trees that make up our woodlands.
When digging or surveying a site I often take a moment to just be, to think about the feet that have gone before, the voices of our ancestors that worked, lived and loved as we do and I am happy that I can stand in the same place and enjoy the amazing landscape they helped to shape.
Nancy– NT archaeologist