Teemill

I’ve been stuck indoors for a while (doctor’s orders), unable to do any sort of physical work, or exercise, or even sit at a desk all day. But I’m not really one for box-sets, so I decided to take a bit of a mental journey by drawing a few of my favourite archaeological landscapes.

For a long time I’ve dabbled in selling things through print-on-demand services, but to be honest I’ve never quite found the right one that’s a good balance of ethics, quality, and sustainability. But then I came across Teemill, which ticks all the boxes so far.

So, I made a little shop featuring some of my designs from Britain and Ireland. There’s Carreg Samson, the Neolithic dolmen near Abercastle in Pembrokeshire. If dolmens are your thing there’s also Poulnabrone (Poll na Brón), County Clare. For Iron Age fans, there’s Dun Carloway (Dùn Chàrlabhaigh) broch, on the Isle of Lewis; and British Camp, the imposing Iron Age hillfort atop the Malvern Hills.

If you‘d like to see more sites/landscapes/artefacts, let me know: happy to oblige! At the moment I’m limited to a small range of products and colours, but if demand is there I will expand to add more – just drop me a line to request a product or a design.

Teemill’s clothing is good stuff – all organic cotton, printed sustainably in the UK. There’s a QR code on the label so at the end of life, you can send it back for recycling to earn store credit. The ‘Remill’ range of garments is made with 50% post-consumer recycled cotton; they have a more textured feel and appearance. They’re slightly pricier than the standard organic cotton, so I’ve added a range of both to suit all budgets.

Here’s me wearing a sample of an early draft of the Carreg Samson Remill T-shirt:

This weekend there’s a free delivery offer on everything, so if you’re after Christmas gifts for your pet archaeologist, or you fancy treating yourself to some decent apparel that won’t cost the earth, take a look: https://incurablearchaeologist.teemill.com/

Kathleen Kenyon comic

8-panel comic strip on the life and work of Kathleen Kenyon, and the efforts of the University of Leicester's School of Archaeology and Ancient History to name their building after her
Kathleen Kenyon comic strip (reduced for web)

I drew this comic for Womens’ History Month, March 2023. The version above has been compressed for the web, but you can view a slideshow of each image below.

  • 1: B&W image of a young woman, seated, in 1930s dress, with a trowel in her left hand and her right arm around a dog. Text reads: Dame Kathleen Kenyon DBE, FBA, FSA: Archaeologist. 1906 - 1978. Kathleen, it is said, had three loves: archaeology, dogs and gin… and not necessarily in that order. She grew up in Bloomsbury, where her father was director of the British Museum. Kathleen was tough, practical, and excelled at sport. She became the first female president of the Oxford University Archaeological Society.
  • 2: B&W image of a tall, slender woman dressed in black, standing within a trench and pointing down at the excavated layers. Kathleen is drawn kneeling by the trench edge, listening. Text reads: After graduating in 1929, Kathleen worked as a photographer for Gertrude Caton-Thompson’s dig at Great Zimbabwe. Working at Samaria from 1931-4 sparked a lifelong love for Middle Eastern archaeology. But her formative training was at Verulamium (St Albans) with Tessa and Mortimer Wheeler. Each summer from 1930-35, she learnt the craft of precise, methodical field archaeology. Her skills soon matched her tutors’: she led excavations of the Roman Theatre.
  • 3: B&W pencil sketch of Kathleen in shirt, jacket and long skirt, standing in a deep trench scraping at the excavated section with trowel in her right hand. Text reads: In 1936, Kathleen directed her first major dig: excavations at Jewry Wall, Leicester. One of the largest surviving pieces of Roman masonry in Britain, the wall is over 9m high. Kathleen’s dig was the first systematic, modern excavation of Roman Leicester. Over 4 summers (1936-9) she led a motley crew of up to 50 labourers, local volunteers, and students.
  • 4: B&W image showing a large wall, in front of a church. In the foreground is an archaeological excavation: people using mattocks and shovels to expose the outlines of Roman walls. Text reads: Kathleen believed that the wall was part of a public forum. But then she found a public bathhouse. Pioneering the study of pottery to date construction phases, she realised both were built in the middle of the 2nd Century CE. We now know that the forum lay further to the east, and the wall was always part of the baths. Once she made up her mind, Kathleen could be inflexible. But her report still stands as a diligent record. And the dig lit a spark — enthusing locals and putting Leicester on the map.
  • 5: B&W image of Kathleen squatting to sort through piles of potsherds, laid out on rush mats in the whitewashed yard of the dig house at Jericho in the 1950s. Text reads: During WW2, she worked as a divisional commander for the Red Cross, in London. After the war, her work for the British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem took her to Jericho, in the West Bank. Excavations here in the 1950s earnt her international renown. Kathleen, perfecting the ‘Wheeler-Kenyon Method’ of excavation, uncovered an occupation sequence stretching back 10,000 years - ‘the oldest city in the world’. Iconic finds included plastered, painted human skulls.
  • 6: B&W image of Kathleen sat against a wall of a whitewashed yard, holding a small dog on her lap. Fading to a colour image of a woman in dungarees, crouching to offer a dog some water on the summit of South Barrule, an Iron Age hillfort on the Isle of Man. Text reads: Kathleen was fiercely committed to training the next generation, to making archaeology accessible to all and — as founding secretary of the Council for British Archaeology — to shaping the future of the field, from Leicester to the Levant. She is still an inspiration to archaeologists today — especially those who live or work in Leicester, where she made her name and where the Jewry Wall still looms over the modern city, a sentinel from a world she brought to life.
  • 7: Colour composite image of two homemade banners hanging on a university building, under which seven women stand with coats and umbrellas. The banners read ‘Kathleen Kenyon Building: Pioneer of Archaeology’ Text reads: The University of Leicester's School of Archaeology and Ancient History is based in an un-named building. Staff and students have long unofficially dedicated it to Kathleen Kenyon, honouring her work in the city and her importance in the story of archaeology.
  • 8: Image: a battered block of beige stone. Text: And that story is still evolving. This is the base of a Roman altar stone, from a sunken room which held a shrine over 1800 years ago, discovered this year by the University of Leicester Archaeological Services team during their dig at Leicester Cathedral. Ut Vitam Habeant: ‘so that they may have life’. The university was founded as a living memorial to the city’s casualties in WW1; an institution built to remember those who paved the way, and hope for a better future. It would be fitting to see some official recognition for the woman who blazed a trail for archaeologists in Leicester. Image: woman’s face, with a question mark. Speech bubble reads: All the inspirational posts about wonderful women need to translate into action. As long as women face structural inequalities, representation matters. It says: “We see you. We value you. We’ll celebrate your achievements.”

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Source material for this comic included images and information from University of Leicester Archaeological Services, the staff and students of the School of Archaeology and Ancient History, University of Leicester, europeana.eu, and the publications listed below.

Further reading:

The only full-length biography of Kathleen is Miriam C Davis’: Dame Kathleen Kenyon: Digging up the Holy Land As an archaeologist herself, Davis does a great job outlining the context of her work, but equal attention is paid to her personal life, and it’s an enjoyable read. Someday I’ll have to do a whole other comic on the fate of Ponty, her beloved 1946 Pontiac…

For more on the background of women in archaeology from the 1930s to 1970s, placing Kenyon’s career in the context of the post-war contraction of opportunities for women in the field, I recommend a paper by Rachel Pope: Processual archaeology and gender politics: the loss of innocence

The Beyond Notability project is building a database of women’s work in archaeology between 1870 and 1950. You can explore their database here: Beyond Notability Database

Of Kenyon’s work, her accessible books for the lay reader are a lively insight into the sheer scale and ambition of her excavations: Digging up Jericho (1957) is hard to find, but well worth a read. And if that sparks your interest in the site, and her legacy, then Digging Up Jericho: Past, Present and Future, by Rachael Thyrza Sparks, Bill Finlayson, Bart Wagemakers and Josef Mario Briffa (2020) sets Kenyon’s investigations in context and discusses the wider history of the archaeology of the site.

You can find out more about her work on Roman Leicester on Leicester City Council’s Story of Leicester resource, and read the University of Leicester Archaeological Services’ thoughts on the Jewry Wall dig in Kathleen Kenyon and the Jewry Wall.

If you’d like to dive deeper into her work on the Jewry Wall, the monograph she published in 1948 is available to download from the Archaeology Data Service: Excavations at the Jewry Wall Site, Leicester

inktober 2022

Inktober is an annual drawing challenge: a drawing a day, throughout October, following a particular set of prompts. This year, I followed Dr Katy Whitaker’s #archink prompts. Some of the sketches relate to my work or research; others are loosely connected to places and things I’ve encountered in the course of my archaeological life.

In 2022, I began posting them online… and then I got fed up with social media and the posts tailed off. I carried on drawing, though, and thought it would be good to bring them all together and post them here.

I hope you find them interesting and/or informative. If you’d like to use or adapt any for your own purposes, feel free. You can save images from the gallery below, or use this link to download a PDF (17mb) of them all: archink 2022

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. As always, you are very welcome to use and adapt my resources free of charge. But if you do find it useful, and want to drop something in the tip jar to fund the industrial quantities of tea that fuel my work, you can do so here: https://ko-fi.com/robhedge

Mezhyrich

This is a drawing of a drum made 15,000 years ago from the skull of a mammoth, in what is now Ukraine.

Photograph of sketchbook page showing a pen and watercolour pencil illustration of a mammoth shull decorated with lines and dots
Illustration of mammoth-skull drum from Mezhyrich, Ukraine

There’s a small village in central Ukraine, where the Rosava and Ros rivers meet. From here the Ros flows east, joining the mighty Dnieper about 10km downstream.

Mezhyrich has a population of under a thousand. It is one among hundreds of villages in the province of Cherkasy Oblast, and I doubt if I would ever have heard of it if a local farmer hadn’t wanted a bigger cellar.

He started digging in 1965, and found he’d bitten off more than he could chew when he encountered the jawbone of a mammoth.

This is not, in itself, a remarkable discovery in the loess soils of central Ukraine. However, it soon became apparent that it was stacked, upside down, within another mammoth jaw. And another.

Excavations revealed circular walls, 5m in diameter, constructed entirely of interlocking mammoth jaws. Socketed into the tops of the low walls were dozens of tusks, arching up to form a roof and porch.

Image of a Mezhyrich hut from Dolní Věstonice museum. The mammoth drum is inside the porch.

The remains of at least 95 mammoths were represented, bones scavenged from carcasses and hauled miles to this spot. I don’t know if you’ve ever lifted mammoth bones. I have. They weigh a ton. Four of these structures have been found at Mezhyrich.

There are quite a few such sites in this part of the world, most dating to the later stages of the last Ice Age. Some are colossal, and show no sign of having been lived-in. But the Mezhyrich huts had hearths, and the detritus of everyday life: knapped flint; bone needles.

Mezhyrich lay within a huge area of Ice Age tundra known as the ‘mammoth steppe’. At its peak, this colossal biome stretched around the globe from Atlantic shore to Atlantic shore.

15,000 years ago, you could have walked from my door in the west of England to Mezhyrich without getting your feet wet or leaving the lush plains of herbs and grasses: home to the mammoth and the humans who followed them.

What makes Mezhyrich really special is the artefacts found within that first structure – among them objects carried hundreds of kilometres. Amber ornaments. An ivory plaque, inscribed with what’s thought to be a map.

Pen and watercolour pencil illustration of the Mezhyrich mammoth-skull drum
Pen and watercolour pencil illustration of the Mezhyrich mammoth-skull drum

And the mammoth-skull drum. It lay at the entrance to the hut. Battered surfaces spoke of frequent use. On the high forehead, there were enigmatic red ochre designs. There are various theories about what they mean: one is that they depict flames and sparks of a fire.

Flames. Sparks. What would those people say, to see this land on fire on an unimaginable scale? What would they — who had no need of national borders — make of one country’s desire to crush its neighbour underfoot?

Their world was changing, too. Did they know? The mammoth steppe was entering a long, slow decline. Within a few thousand years, the mammoths were gone.

Today, one of the structures is reconstructed in the National Museum of Natural History. Another was partly excavated in the 1970s. In the village, there’s a small sheet-metal barn; inside, a neat white picket fence; and inside that, you are stepping back 15 thousand years.

A 2018 summer school hosted excavators from Ukrainian and French universities. That year, we built our own little homage to the Ukrainian mammoth-bone huts in Worcester Museum. We filled it with blackboards for children to draw their own cave art. Books to fire their imaginations.

Children’s book corner in the style of a mammoth-bone hut, Worcester Museum Lost Landscapes exhibition 2018

I sat down inside and read to my son. I told him that 700 generations ago, children curled up with their families and told stories in huts like these, in a place called Ukraine. I told him I’d take him one day.

We have not made it to Mezhyrich. Not yet. But one fine summer’s day I hope to walk around the village, step into the little barn, and listen to the chatter of students as they bring the hubbub of voices and laughter back to the mammoth-bone hut.

I have been lost for words of late, to see this part of the world and its people— whose history is dear to my heart — suffering so terribly. And there seems little I can do.

But I can draw. So, if you like the Mezhyrich mammoth skull, I’ve put some designs in a Redbubble store: https://www.redbubble.com/people/robhedge/shop?asc=u.

Proceeds will go to the Red Cross through the DEC Ukraine Humanitarian appeal. If you’d like to make an offer for the original, message me through the contact form. Take care. Slava Ukraini.

Mammoth-skull drum against a blue sky and yellow steppe-grass background
Mammoth-skull drum against a blue sky and yellow steppe-grass background.

Links

The best English language online source for info on Mezhyrich is Don’s Maps, which has pictures of lots of reconstruction and artefacts: https://www.donsmaps.com/mammothcamp.html 

And for more on recent work there, see: http://vovkcenter.org.ua/en/mezhyrich/ 

A letter to Robin Walker

Forgive the deviation from the normal fare of archaeology and history. But sometimes politics becomes personal, and inescapable, and I am angry. A letter to @WalkerWorcester:

Rt Hon Robin Walker MP

Dear Mr Walker,

I’ve never written to my MP before. It’s not that I’m apathetic. It’s just that I’ve never believed it would change anything. My wife writes to you. At length. And, to be fair, you always respond. But her latest letter was brief. She’s got a lot going on. Her father died last week.

He’d spent much of the last couple of years under treatment for cancer. So we were careful, Mr Walker. We stuck — religiously — to the rules, for fear of putting him at risk. We had a birthday party in June 2020, Mr Walker. We sat on separate rugs, in a National Trust garden. We brought our own food. We did not hug. It was one of the few occasions our baby daughter got to meet her grandfather. And even after the rules relaxed, Mr Walker, we were cautious. We did not want to put our family at risk.

Our son was 5 when this all started, Mr Walker. Formative years. So many firsts their grandparents missed. But it seemed like he was on the mend. There’ll be time to catch up after, we thought. Well, Mr Walker, there wasn’t. Because he’s gone. And now, of course, there’s a whole heap of self-doubt. Did we do right? Shouldn’t we have just bent the rules?

Do you see why this matters, Mr Walker? Do you see why this isn’t going to blow over with a non-committal apology and a redacted internal report? Because it’s not just the daily drip of damning evidence that exposes each improbable denial. Your government asked us to make sacrifices. And we did. But it turns out that the Prime Minister was less capable of restraint on his fifty-sixth birthday than my son was on his sixth.

People say you are a decent man, Mr Walker. Politics necessitates compromise. I understand that it is possible to put up with a lot from one’s colleagues if you believe you are serving the wider public interest. But it’s no longer possible to hold your nose above the stench of arrogance and exceptionalism emanating from the heart of your government. The thing about rotten apples, Mr Walker, is that they taint the whole barrel.

Our little private turmoil, and my mounting anger, is mirrored across the city. Most of your constituents will have their own stories of absence and loss. Keep them in mind when you consider this matter, Mr Walker. That’s all I ask. I think you probably know the right course, and I wish you the conviction to take it.

With best wishes,

Rob Hedge.

Update: To his credit, Robin Walker was quick to respond, and in the interests of balance his reply is copied below

Thank you for your recent correspondence which I read with the greatest of sympathy. My
thoughts are with you and Hannah in respect of your late father in law. I lost my own father to
cancer soon after being elected and have also been taking extra precautions through the
pandemic as a result of a relative who is undergoing chemotherapy. I entirely appreciate the
difficult choices that you and your family have been having to make and therefore the added
concern that this might generate about some of the media coverage of events in
Westminster.

I understand and share the anger felt by people across the country at allegations of
gatherings in Downing Street during the pandemic. So many of us have made extraordinary
personal sacrifices throughout the pandemic. We followed the rules to protect ourselves, our
loved ones, and our communities. I know for many people, it is deeply upsetting to think that
anyone in Downing Street, who was involved in setting the rules, did not follow them.
The Prime Minister, in comments to the House of Commons, has accepted that there were
things that they did not get right and has taken responsibility for this. He has offered his
heartfelt apologies. I made clear at that time that I thought the Prime Minister was right to
apologise. A number of constituents have contacted me about this matter and I have made
their views known to my colleagues in government.
It is right that this should be properly investigated and I welcome the ongoing investigation
into these allegations which will establish all the facts and report back as soon as possible.
This is an independent investigation and is being led by Sue Gray, second permanent
secretary at the Department of Levelling Up, Housing and Communities. I want to reassure

you that the Terms of Reference for this investigation make clear that wherever there are
credible allegations of gatherings, these may be looked at. It has been confirmed that this
includes the allegations relating to November and December 2020 as well as 15th and 20th
May 2020. The Government has been clear that if wrongdoing is established, then
appropriate disciplinary action will be taken. I await the outcome of the inquiry at which point
the Prime Minister will make a statement in Parliament.
In the meantime it is important that I as Worcester’s MP remain focused on all of the things
that matter to the people of Worcester. These priorities are investing in jobs, growing our
economy, supporting our treasured NHS and improving our local schools. I recently made
the announcement that schools in Worcestershire will next year receive a £23 million
increase in core schools funding (6 per cent in per pupil terms) and a significantly higher
increase for high needs funding which rises by £10 million to a total of £78 million. Work is
underway on the £15 million upgrade to the Emergency Department at the Worcestershire
Royal as well as a much needed expansion of bed capacity at the hospital, and last month
was the tenth month in a row that unemployment fell in the constituency.

I can assure you that when the report is published I will consider it carefully but I do not think
it is right to draw conclusions based on a series of selective leaks to the media. I recognise
that there is a great deal of concern about these matters and I respect your strongly held
views. I know from my work as a Minister, the vast majority of which was done remotely
during the period of lockdown, that ministers and officials in all parts of government were
working hard to protect both lives and livelihoods and the type of events that have been
alleged to have happened in the various leaks and briefings, neither reflect my own
experience or that of any colleagues with whom I have discussed them. I do think it is right
therefore to get to the bottom of what actually did happen before sitting in judgement on
anyone.
Thank you for taking the time to contact me regarding this matter and please accept my
condolences for your family’s loss.

Yours sincerely

Robin Walker MP

inktober

Inktober is an annual drawing challenge: a drawing a day, throughout October, following a particular set of prompts. This year, I followed Dr Katherine Cook’s archink series, each the title of an archaeology-related book. Some of the sketches discuss the books themselves, others explore concepts or objects loosely inspired by the title, related to my work and research.

I hope you find them interesting and/or informative. If you’d like to use or adapt any for your own purposes, feel free. You can save images from the gallery below, or scroll to the foot of the post to download a PDF of them all. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Weathering (ano)the(r) storm

It’s been a long time since I last wrote. Forgive me; there’s been a lot going on. But this is something that matters to me. The University of Worcester has decided to cease the teaching of archaeology, and to make its archaeologists redundant.

For nine years, I’ve worked for Worcestershire Archive and Archaeology Service, in The Hive: a hub that houses the University of Worcester’s library. There’s rarely been a time during that period when our service hasn’t been under threat. There will, no doubt, be further hard times ahead once the financial impact of COVID is felt by local authorities, a year or two down the line. But right now, higher education is the canary in the coal mine. It is the university staff who face redundancy, and Worcester’s woes are not unique.

I’ve spent a lot of time with the University of Worcester’s staff and students. Statistically, their results are impressive: a student satisfaction rate of 100%, and one of the most impressive graduate employment records around. But I believe that the best measure of the success of a department is the quality of its students. Many have passed through my door, eager and willing to learn the rudiments of finds work. Plenty of my colleagues began their careers at Worcester, and I have encountered many more of their graduates elsewhere in the sector. I can honestly say I’ve never met a bad one. And that is entirely down to the passion and care of their brilliant staff; their level of personal investment in their students should be the envy of larger departments.

Looking back, is there cause for regret? Undoubtedly. Our input into the department dwindled to a trickle over the years, a casualty of austerity. The Council could no longer subsidise teaching work, and the Uni wouldn’t pay. My own aspirations for closer relations were often dashed against twin cliffs of University and Council bureaucracy. But in the last few years, a new appetite for collaboration has gathered pace, centred around an interest in the unremarkable: projects to peel back the layers of life in and around Worcester across millennia, through the domestic detritus recovered from fieldwalking and test-pitting. The sort of deeply unfashionable work through which a university could, if it so wished, become enmeshed in the lives and stories of the city it calls home.

But Worcester, it seems, has little time for such niceties. In its boundless ambition, wrapped up in a programme of acquisition and expansion, and of gleaming new facilities, archaeology has no place. Enrollment had been suspended, pending a restructure of the courses. But only a week ago, I was chatting to two of the staff about their efforts to mould a programme that the university could support. Now the axe has fallen. No right of appeal, no lengthy consultation, no redeployment.

A demographic dip notwithstanding, there has been no long term decline in the numbers of prospective students. Looking ahead, recruitment will be more challenging. But the closure of Worcester is not an indication of a subject in terminal decline. Rather, it is the result of a market-driven approach to Higher Education that is bent on weeding out the less profitable. Between them, Worcester’s staff have dedicated more than a century to teaching and researching archaeology. A market that cannot find a place for that expertise is not a market that is functioning effectively.

The loss of archaeology at Worcester has bigger ramifications for the sector than student numbers alone suggest. It has always been a department that attracted a much more diverse demographic than most. It was a haven for mature students; for local people with caring responsibilities; for the first in their families to enter higher education; for those with huge potential but fewer academic qualifications; for the neurodiverse; and for anyone who longed to learn more about how the world beneath their feet shaped the world we inhabit today. In a profession that is unhealthily homogeneous, it has been a force for social mobility. And for a profession that struggles to train and retain staff, it has been an invaluable source of passionate and capable archaeologists. Our subject is all about understanding human behaviour: Worcester has consistently taken the life experience of its students and spun it into a web of expertise that has enriched our sector.

It is often argued that archaeology is important because it underpins the planning system. No archaeologists = no-one to complete the requisite surveys or excavations in advance of development. This argument is predicated on acceptance of the existing system. If your aim is deregulation of the planning system, then a shortage of archaeologists is no longer an issue to be tackled, but a means to an end. Much is also made of archaeology’s STEM credentials, in efforts to cater to the government’s stated preference for such qualifications, but to my mind the beauty of archaeology is its position at the crossroads between science and the humanities, with all the resulting tension. Staff shortages and STEM credibility have their place in the list of arguments for the importance of archaeology degrees like Worcester’s, but they’re not enough.

So why is archaeology worth fighting for? Well, it’s enormous fun. Honestly. There are few more rewarding things than digging a hole and finding stuff in it. Or piecing together clues to unpick the history of a house. Or pulling together all the evidence to make a map that reveals a landscape in a whole new light. But beyond that, none of the challenges that humanity faces can be solved by shiny tech alone. Archaeology is about understanding how people respond, change, adapt. How they react to crises. How they persist, endure, or thrive.

Much of the University of Worcester’s rapid property acquisition in recent years has been on the northern outskirts of the Roman town. It’s driven welcome regeneration of a tired area, but the University should remember that its growth is — quite literally — built on the city’s archaeology. Excavations on its City Campus site showed that the site was occupied as the town grew in the later 2nd century, buoyed by the flow of revenue from Imperial coffers in exchange for Worcester’s iron. But a century later, it was abandoned. The town shrunk, as the empire descended into a 50-year economic and political crisis, born of its own hubris. There’s probably a lesson in there.

Archaeologists excavating Roman remains on the University of Worcester City Campus site
Archaeologists excavating Roman remains on the University of Worcester City Campus site

Archaeologists: be more visible. Share what you do, hot off the trowel or straight from the screen. I’m rubbish at this – I get so consumed by the work I fail to step back for 5 minutes and share it. I know permissions are a pain, but get it sorted. If it’s too much hassle, hire an outreach officer. Oh, and above all, treat your staff well. Show people there’s a future in this. Otherwise, if this decline continues, we’ll all be pushing wheelbarrows til our knees give out and we’re carted off to a museum ourselves.

And right now? Sign the petition. Make a noise. Show the University of Worcester that you care about the future of our discipline. #SaveArchaeologyAtWorcester

Counting newts and toppling brutes

With much fanfare and a new fatuous 3-word slogan, Boris Johnson announced yesterday… well, very little of substance. Except maybe that the £12 billion funding for housing announced in the budget earlier this year would be stretched over 8 years rather than 5. In case your head is still spinning with the circular brilliance of ‘build build build’, like the figures in an Escher drawing trying to work out how one stops the country and gets off, he also talked about newts. Specifically, he promised that:

“this government will shortly bring forward the most radical reforms to our planning system since the end of the second world war… time is money, and the newt-counting delays in our system are a massive drag on the productivity and prosperity of this country” Boris Johnson, 30/06/2020

Unfortunately, as people were quick to point out, it’s not regulation that slows down house building. In 2017-18, planning permission was granted for 382,997 homes, well in excess of the government’s target of 300,000 homes a year. But developers aren’t building them. There’s a comprehensive 2018 report by Sir Oliver Letwin setting out exactly where the issues lie. But Johnson is ripping that up, possibly because it was commissioned by that notoriously partisan body, the… er, Conservative Government.

So why tear up the rulebook? It’s about whose heritage you value. In the same speech, he also said:

“I don’t believe in tearing people down any more than I believe in tearing down statues that are part of our heritage” Boris Johnson, 30/06/2020

In defending statues and trashing environmental protections, the government’s message is clear: whose heritage matters? Not yours.

The cold edifice of a man who inherited a fortune and bloated it further through the traffic in human lives? Heritage.

The wildflower meadows your grandparents played in? The Roman town whose walls hold the stories of the people who came from across the empire to live, love, and work there? The shop your parents set up; the street you were born on; the dock where your husband’s family first set eyes upon this country? Nah. Bulldoze them. Sweep them away for a cluster of naff executive homes, ready to lie empty as their cheap mortar crumbles because no-one can afford to buy them. Call them Roman Way or Windrush Close, the last faint echoes on the breeze. And who knows, maybe someday a child will dig up a few scattered Roman potsherds and wonder what stood before. Maybe a grandson will stand before a locked gate and peer through the railings, straining for a glimpse of a dock basin before the security guard hustles him along.

Michel-Rolph Trouillot said that “any historical narrative is a bundle of silences”. Whose story gets told? Whose story does not?

“History is the fruit of power, but power itself is never so transparent that its analysis becomes superfluous. The ultimate mark of power may be its invisibility; the ultimate challenge, the exposition of its roots.” Michel-Rolph Trouillot, Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995)

Take a look at the statue of Rhodes. Of Colston. Ask yourself, who do these statues represent? Is it you?

Many of you who value the heritage and environmental protections of our existing planning system will also abhor the removal of statues. I’ve written before about statues: how they become a flashpoint, a comfortable symbol to defend because they insulate us from darker and less comfortable contradictions buried in our own local and family histories. But, after all, Colston was Grade 2 listed. If I care about heritage protection, should I not deplore his sudden immersion? No. Heritage is not fossilisation: places are for people. But where will it end, you might ask? It ends when everyone’s stories are told. It ends when the silences in our historical narratives are broken by the voices of people we have marginalised and othered for too long. It ends when we understand how power is distributed unequally. It ends when we expose its roots.

Pencil sketch of Gloucester Docks

Field sketch of Gloucester Docks.

This is Gloucester docks: stunning industrial heritage, and a great example of the collision of heritage, planning, and inequality. They are now a thriving and desirable mix of apartments and commercial development. Their survival and regeneration owes much to the warehouses’ status as listed buildings. But the docks owe their 19th century prosperity to the investment of Samuel Baker and Thomas Philpotts, whose profits came from the backs of slaves; they received £4283 in 1834 (equivalent to £561,000 in today’s prices), in compensation for the freedom of 240 slaves upon abolition. The docks stand as a monument to the tangled, pervasive web of racial inequality, and tell that story in a far more powerful and nuanced fashion than a lump of Bronze on a tall plinth ever could. Baker later went on to purchase Thorngove House, near Grimley. I cycled past it last night, oblivious to that link. I never knew. The roots run deep and wide.

Heritage and environmental regulations are not perfect; there’s room for improvement. But they do put some of the power in the hands of those who would champion the small but valuable corners of our country: the distinctive, the local. The places and the stories that matter to people. The untold stories. They are a brake on the excesses of unchecked profiteering. They are a mechanism through which we are able to fill the gaps, to add voices, to ensure the histories of the extraordinary everyday are told and re-evaluated with each new discovery.

Black Lives Matter. Heritage matters. These are not contradictory statements. It’s the same fight. The same argument for value, respect, and representation. The cold dead stare of a statue and the cold hard cash of unregulated development are two sides of the same coin: they are marks of power, and a signal that, left to its own devices, power cares nothing for people, and nothing for place. Interrogate that power. Hold it to account, for the sake of all whose lives are held in its grip.

Change

At this time of year, I’d usually be at the Theoretical Archaeology Group conference, getting my annual dose of theory. But this year I can’t make it, due to parenting commitments. I’m sorry to miss it, as it sounds like there have been some brilliant sessions. But I’m following from afar, and reflecting on a funny old year. In the Spring I finally got my knee put back together. As a finds archaeologist it amuses me that my left leg is now partly ceramic! I’ve had some time off, seen many good colleagues made redundant, and gone back to work part-time.

And last month I got a few more letters after my name: MCIfA. Member of the Chartered Institute for Archaeologists. I should be delighted. I am, in a way. It’s nice to be recognised by one’s peers, and I put a lot of work into the application. But it comes with a sense of responsibility, too.

It took a lot of work: collate a portfolio; compile a list of over 200 examples of my reports, papers, lectures, and resources; draw up a statement of competence; and update all my professional development records and plans. But I got it done. Almost immediately, I fell into a complete panic. I went through the CIfA yearbook. I looked at all the MCIfAs. Surely I didn’t belong in their company? And I saw all the people I respect and admire who aren’t at that grade. If they weren’t, what right did I have to presume that I belonged? I almost convinced myself that they would reject me, that I should apologise and withdraw my application.

They didn’t reject me. And it is satisfying that a group of people, who don’t know me, took a look at my work and thought I’d earned those letters.

But professionally, archaeological institutions have been mired in controversy lately. Earlier this year, ripples from across the Atlantic were widely discussed in UK archaeological circles. The Society for American Archaeology badly mishandled a situation in which an archaeologist banned from his university for sexual misconduct was permitted to attend their conference. And then, on this side of the pond, came a weekend in which members of the Society of Antiquaries voted against the ejection of a convicted abuser, and a young researcher received an award for her work on sexual harrassment to a soundtrack of laughter from the audience.

Given that our whole discipline is devoted to recognising change in patterns of human behaviour, we’re remarkably myopic when it comes to ourselves. I’ve seen a good many comment pieces on the working life of an archaeologist, but in truth no-one has hit the nail on the head for the British/Irish workforce quite so well as Stuart Rathbone in this article. It rang painfully true, and still does. Many great people, brilliant in many respects but curiously inept in others. Low rates of union membership and employees with little collective bargaining power. And a set of working conditions that bakes-in poor health and precarity, within which abuse can thrive.

It’s not just in commercial archaeology: museums, planning departments, HERs — anywhere you’ll find archaeologists you’ll find a maze of temporary posts, staff ‘acting-up’, recruitment freezes, overwork, and poor pay. There’s a perception among many of my generation that things are, at least, substantially better than they were 30 years ago. That may be true for some. But for the striking MOLA archaeologists, pay in real terms is 30% less than it was in 1989. In my own local authority, pay across most grades has fallen below 1989 levels once you account for inflation. And that’s before you even factor in the cost of housing, which has leapt by 69% above the rate of inflation in that period.

These situations create the spaces in which the rotten fruit can poison the barrel. Power inequalities and precarity lead to chronic under-reporting of abusive behaviour. If your contracts are measured in weeks, you don’t want to rock the boat. Perpetrators of abuse can move freely between organisations without much scrutiny. Academia was once the promised land, to which one might hope to escape to the promise of a healthy salary and a degree of permanence. But, as the striking university staff of the UCU can testify, conditions for the majority of the peripatetic early career academics who carry so much of the universities’ teaching load are every bit as hand-to-mouth as the rest of the sector.

It gladdens my heart to see many organisations investing in staff. There’s a new breed of small, dynamic outfits who recognise that the work they do can only ever be as good as the people they employ to do it; a workforce of archaeologists with security, stability and professional development will move mountains. But too many still view staff as at best a commodity, and at worst an expensive liability.

It feels, in short, like the time is ripe for a new generation to step up and lead. But to be brutally honest, it’s hard work just keeping afloat. Many of my generation of archaeologists have exerted so much just to tread water that the prospect of a battle for the soul of the profession is daunting. I don’t honestly know how long I can afford to stick around, especially with the prospect of workers’ rights joining the bonfire of the environmental protection regulations which underpin much of today’s archaeology sector. There seems little doubt that the government will pursue economic growth through a feast of deregulation. A rising tide raises all ships, the doctrine goes. But as I skirt the floodwaters of the River Severn on my way to work, it’s not much help if you’re holed below the waterline.

Swans on the swollen Severn

Swans on the swollen Severn

But while I’m here, and now I have those letters after my name, I’ve got a responsibility to do what I can to set the tone and set the course for those that come after. There are many who view organisations like CIfA as too compromised, and will not join. That’s a position I respect. But my view is that the culture of an organisation is set by its membership, and if change is to take root, it has to be championed from within.

Join your union. And if you’re one of those people to whom I look up, and you’ve been putting off your CIfA paperwork, dust it off over Christmas. I don’t know how much longer any of us have got in this game, but while we’re here, let’s look out for each other.

TAG

Just before Christmas, I headed up to Chester on my annual pilgrimage to TAG – the Theoretical Archaeology Group Conference. Hosted by a different University Archaeology department each year, the conference attracts around 400 archaeologists, chiefly from Europe and the USA, with a high proportion of speakers in the early stages of their careers.

The majority of delegates are based within — or affiliated to — universities. But there’s also a sprinkling of independent researchers, public sector archaeologists, commercial archaeologists… and those, like me, whose work and interests straddle multiple categories. In fact, at this year’s TAG, over 180 different institutions were represented.

Cartoon depicting TAG sessions

Cartoon summary of my TAG DEVA experience

So, what’s it about? TAG covers a huge range of topics, and every period from deep prehistory to the far future. It aims to take a critical look at the theory that lies behind what we do, and how we do it. Archaeological theory is sometimes considered by many students and practitioners of archaeology to be bewildering at best, and downright impenetrable at worst. There’s also often a perception that we’re still locked in the debates of the later 20th century, between the scientific turn of the New Archaeology that emerged in the 1960s and early 70s (processualism), and the post-processual approach that took shape in the 1980s, which acknowledged the subjective nature of all archaeological interpretations.

Theory? Arrgh!

Archaeologists’ aversion to theory is compounded, outside of academia, by an assumption that it’s a bitter battleground in which warring tribes hurl lightning bolts between ivory towers, leaving the humble dirt-archaeologist or pot-botherer to go about their business unaffected. But, as one hugely influential archaeological paper (David Clarke’s Loss of Innocence, 1973) famously stated: “practical men (sic.) who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influences are… usually the unwitting slaves of some defunct theorist”. Besides, archaeological theory is currently pretty lively, collaborative, and full of fresh and useful ideas.

However, it’s difficult to keep up with current debates without institutional access. Most archaeologists working outside of academia — in developer-funded fieldwork, or local authorities — do not have access to relevant academic journals, and find it tricky to take time out to go to conferences. Employers are sometimes happy to subsidise conference attendance for professional development. But TAG is often viewed with suspicion – perceived as lacking practical relevance. As conferences go, TAG is great value; even so, faced with funding it themselves, and attending in their own time, many colleagues are put off.

What are they missing? Well, the theoretical debates that most interest me at the moment are centred around what has been variously described as the ontological turn, or the material turn. Approaches under these banners are often described as relational, or post-human. I’ve written previously about one of these, commonly known as New Materialism. But that’s just one of a number of related theoretical perspectives. What they all have in common is an acknowledgement that if we really want to say something useful about how humans have lived, and the worlds that we have inherited, we have to dismantle the blinkers imposed by the way we see the world.

For the last few hundred years, in the West, our ideas about being and existence have been shaped by dualisms: mind vs. body, nature vs. nurture, natural vs. artificial, genetic vs. environmental, human vs. animal, reason vs. emotion, head vs. heart, sacred vs. profane… dualisms are everywhere. And they’re not very helpful. The world is more complicated than they suggest. Tim Taylor’s paper explored the way that we become products of our own technology: “bio-tech symbionts”. I’m soon to have an operation to reconstruct my knee, using a complex mix of organic materials and manufactured parts. Where, then, will I draw the line between which parts of me are natural, and which are artificial? The two work in tandem; neither will function without the other. Besides, consider every other ‘artificial’ mechanism by which I’ve survived and grown to date: medications both organic and synthetic, or both; technology through which I’ve learnt, produced, been diagnosed… the separation of elements into dichotomies like ‘natural’ vs ‘artificial’ doesn’t work. So, how can we find a framework for looking at systems involving human behaviour without falling back into comforting binary oppositions?

Agency

Towards the end of the last century, practice theory and the concept of agency were harnessed to archaeological theory. Agency is the ability to have an effect, to modify or reinforce a set of relationships or state of affairs. It is not just confined to humans, nor to living things: objects can be assigned agency, too. Agency is locked in a continuous feedback loop with the structure of the system within which the agents exist, leading to cultural reproduction – the ways in which systems are maintained or adapted over time.

Agency has, in one way or another, influenced pretty much all of the major trends in archaeological theory over the last 20 years. I can’t hope to do those debates justice in a blog post, but Oliver Harris and Craig Cipolla provide a brilliant, infectiously accessible summary of these in their recent book: Archaeological Theory in the New Millenium. If you got lost at post-processualism, or never caught the theory bug, do read their book. In fact, read it anyway: I love theory and it still taught me loads.

One of my undergraduate theory teachers was John Robb. He and Marcia-Anne Dobres edited the book on agency in archaeology. It’s been a formative and hugely influential concept for me. But I do have to admit that it’s a counter-intuitive concept to grasp. Maybe the term carries too much cultural baggage, and leads us too readily to anthropomorphise.

Perhaps it’s just that I’m not good at explaining it, but it’s sometimes too forceful, too deliberate. I’m typing this on my phone, when I should be going to sleep. Does my phone have agency? Undoubtedly – too much. But what about the mug on the table beside me? Well, yes, but it’s more subtle. That mug is special, made by my favourite potter, in a place that means a lot to me. I have had it for almost 10 years. It is only used for my last drink of the evening. The mug, in that way, habituates me. But to say it has agency implies a certain direct force, which risks flattening the nuanced mesh of relations between objects, places, and people, through which my interactions with the mug are governed.

Beyond Agency

As Oliver Harris pointed out in his paper, a quirk of the English language is that the very expression ‘object agency’ seems an oxymoron: an object is something acted upon. But our understanding of the importance and vulnerability of fragile, interconnected environmental and social systems increases almost as fast as their degradation plunges us towards ecological and political instability. We are linked, networked, enmeshed: however you wish to phrase it, humans are inextricably involved in the world around us, as we have always been.

So it was interesting to see a number of approaches explicitly moving beyond Agency, to consider ways in which — starting from a level playing field, or flat ontology — we can better examine the role of non-human things. Helen Chittock, discussing wear, repair, and composite artefacts in later prehistory, talked about the “conspicuous accumulation of visible histories”. The concept of Affect, introduced by Harris, is one promising tool; ‘Affect’ can be imagined as lines of force, describing how bodies — both human and non-human, living and not — press into other bodies.

Variety

Another great session explored relational approaches to studying the worlds inhabited by hunter-gatherers, with some breath-taking case studies. Ivana Živaljević told of the shimmering cloaks of fish teeth, mirroring the pearly appearance of the spawning Danube-traversing Black Sea roach (Rutilus frisii), donned by the Mesolithic inhabitants of the Iron Gates Gorge; Izzy Wisher spoke on Palaeolithic beads made from perforated deer teeth; Anya Mansrud on halibut-fishing in Mesolithic Norwegian rock art; and Worcester’s Caroline Rosen and Jodie Lewis looked at the significance of a tufa spring to the people and animals who returned to it across 2000 years.

A lively session on approaches to typology brought a fresh focus to a tired topic: every paper was concise, thoughtful, and well-delivered. It challenged us to not only consider the groups to which archaeological objects might belong, but also where they sit in a process of change: to look at what things are doing rather than what they resemble.

There was a wealth of other sessions on offer, too: on public heritage, feminist archaeologies, the nature of expertise… the range is always broad.

Creative comics

But the highlight of TAG, for me, was a session organised by John Swogger on Comics, Communities, and the Past. Some great case studies from Magic Torch Comics, John himself, and the University of Manchester got our imagination fired up, then as we heard the story of a Mesolithic barbed antler point from the Manchester team, we were encouraged to live-sketch a comic.

Mine began with the deposition of the point in a shallow lake in spring. A deer comes to drink from the lake, absorbing the power of the tool. Later the deer sheds its antlers, which are recovered, transformed into another barbed point for winter fishing expeditions, before the cycle is begun again with another deposition.

15-minute cartoon: Life-cycle of a barbed antler point

15-minute cartoon: Life-cycle of a Mesolithic barbed antler point

It was a thoroughly inspirational session, and inspired me to while away a couple of hours on the train home with my own version of the conference in comic-form. Aside from the difficulties of sketching on antiquated clattering carriages and freezing platforms, it was an enjoyable way to recall and process.

TAG is at UCL, London, on the 16th – 18th December this year. If you’re able to attend, it’s well worth going. It’s a gathering of people who share a passion for shining a light under the dark rocks of archaeological practice, and casting a critical eye over what lies beneath. TAG is a tribe: a maddening, provocative, welcoming, brilliant assemblage, and one I’m glad to experience.