Last weekend, I went home for Easter. Most of the discoveries I made during that time were edible in nature, but some related to my own personal history. Despite expecting the long weekend to be a break from archaeology, it actually resulted in me confronting an unconventional form of fieldwork. My old bedroom is… Continue reading Digging up my past: magazines as artefacts
We’re trapped. All the doors are locked, and the only way out is to explore the room and solve the chain of riddles hidden within so we have a chance of working out the combination for the locked door. After fifteen minutes of co-operative play, we’ve pieced together the four-digit code and the door to… Continue reading Escape Games: Life imitating Art?
Who would write a love letter to archaeology? I’m sure it’s been done before. If not a love letter, then surely a drunken text, followed by a long Facebook message the next day full of regret? Or perhaps a cheery email sent by an enthusiastic site assistant at 8am? Maybe not, but if archaeology was… Continue reading The Archaeology of Love Part I: The Heart of the Matter
This post has been written as a response to 'The Grand Challenges for Archaeology: A Blogging Carnival.' I’m walking down a street in Covent Garden. It’s the height of summer, the pavements are encrusted with over-heated tourists and well-dressed business people nipping out for an over-priced salad. Street performers vie for the attention of bemused… Continue reading Commercial archaeology: hi vis but no visibility in the big city?