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Molehill Survey – Latest Numbers

Only a short update as a follow on from the Finds Action Day we hosted at the end of May.

In summary we found:

  • 124 pottery sherds
  • 34 fragments of ceramic building material
  • 3 pieces of clay pipe bowl and stem
  • 58 metal objects
  • 22 pieces of slag, clinker and cinder
  • 12 fragments of glass
  • 2 worked flints
  • 1 bead

A total of 256 finds.

Back on the 6th June, the Cumberland & Westmoreland Herald published an article on the Molehill Survey, it can be seen here.

Check out the project page for the Molehill Survey here for details of the event so far.

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Farming in Protected Landscapes – Press Release

North Pennines historic site to transform visitor experience

The team behind a Roman site in the North Pennines AONB and UNESCO Global Geopark has received funds to improve how people experience and enjoy their visit.

Epiacum Heritage and Castle Nook Farm, on Alston Moor, have received a grant of £32,777 from the Defra-funded Farming in Protected Landscapes programme, managed by the North Pennines AONB Partnership. The project, called Ancient Routes, will provide a new visitor trail and enhanced interpretation, and will be in place for the 2022 visitor season.

The new permissive access route starts at the South Tynedale Trail and follows old tracks and pathways to take in the site of the Romano British settlement and the Roman Fort. Visitors will also be able to see reconstruction images of life in Roman times, and drone images of the site as part of the new interpretation.

On the trail, new kissing gates and finger posts have been installed, and a guide for the trail is in production. Volunteers have worked to remove sections of wall to allow for trail access, and they will also be building wildlife boxes. The project also includes a survey of Wellhouse Bastle, a former dwelling dating from the Border Reiver period and other historic features in the landscape. These surveys will inform what further archaeological work may need to take place to conserve these monuments for the future.

Epiacum Roman Fort is an important Roman site and has been described as the most significant archaeological monument in the region.

Steve Bentley a Trustee with Epiacum Heritage CIO said: “This is a great opportunity for us to share more about what is special here at Epiacum and to help improve the overall experience for our visitors. We’re really pleased to be launching the new trail and to share the new images and interpretation of the site.”

Chris Woodley-Stewart, Director of the North Pennines AONB Partnership, said: “Supporting this work at Epiacum and Castle Nook Farm will help the Trustees and the farmer improve public access to and understanding of local nature and heritage, improve the conservation value of the land and help to consolidate a historic feature (a bastle). We are really pleased to be able to support this work through Farming in Protected Landscapes because it is a good fit with multiple programme objectives for people, heritage and nature.”

The two-year Farming in Protected Landscapes programme is managed in the North Pennines by the North Pennines AONB Partnerships and offers grants to farmers and land managers to carry out projects that support nature recovery, mitigate the impacts of climate change, provide opportunities for people to discover, enjoy and understand the landscape and cultural heritage, or support nature-friendly, sustainable farm businesses.

More information can be found on the North Pennines AONB Partnership’s website here: https://www.northpennines.org.uk/what_we_do/farming-in-protected-landscapes/

One of the new fingerposts sitting on the Pennine Way point out the new route and the way to Epiacum.

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Sponsorship of the ‘My Place in Time’ Project

Epiacum Heritage is delighted to be a sponsor for the ‘My Place in Time’ project run in collaboration with the Young Archaeologists’ Club, The Council for British Archaeology and SharedPast, led by Professor Stewart Ainsworth who should be familiar to many friends here at Epiacum through his work on the site. Stewart presents a short film about the project, which is available to view in the LINKS section below.

Young people are being helped to investigate and discover the heritage of everyday places on their own doorstep thanks to a pioneering archaeological project – which does not use trowels and trenches – but instead involves exploring places with the tools of the new digital age.

Stewart Ainsworth, Honorary Visiting Professor in Landscape Archaeology at the University of Chester who is also well known as the landscape archaeologist with Channel Four’s Time Team, explained that the project is aimed at showing young people how they can explore the history and archaeology of a local place or space without needing to dig. While it has a flexible element of outdoor investigation, the project’s budding ‘landscape detectives’ do not even have to leave the house if getting outside is not possible due to COVID-19 – or for any other reason – offering an opportunity to explore the past even during the fluctuating circumstances caused by the recent pandemic.

The project focuses on introducing non-invasive archaeology techniques, highlighting how to find out information and identify changes over time in and around a chosen place, using a range of online resources, including historic maps, aerial photography, lidar (light detection and ranging), 3D models of the landscape and archaeological records.

My Place in Time is a collaboration between SharedPast, a group of heritage specialists and volunteers led by Professor Ainsworth, the Council for British Archaeology (CBA) and the Young Archaeologists’ Club (YAC), with Dr Joanne Kirton, Youth Engagement Manager for the CBA – who gained her PhD (Doctor of Philosophy) in Archaeology at the University of Chester – also playing an integral role.

The project will be delivered initially to YAC group leaders, who will liaise with the SharedPast team to tailor training sessions and activities to meet the requirements of their own club – of which there are more than 70 throughout England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland.

My Place in Time Film

LINKS

YAC – ‘My Place in Time’ project page 

The SharedPast website

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Our Man In Pompeii : Ampitheatre Fiasco

Dawn breaks and I’ve hardly slept a wink.

A combination of the heat – the damn heat – and the small child in the next room who’s been crying all night.  Probably complaining about the heat – the damn heat.

I manage to pack all the work gear and head for breakfast three quarters of an hour before they serve breakfast here.  My hunch was right – breakfast is all set out, so I grab a quick croissant and juice and then throw some additonal items – a roll, ham, another croissant, boiled eggs – in a lunch box for later.

By 0715 I’m waiting outside the entrance to the Ampitheatre – the magic key got me through the gates.  There’s not a soul about other than a man in a little truck emptying the bins and a stray dog.  Despite the early hour, I can feel the heat building.

Its 0730 and there’s still no sign of Agent Chester and her accomplices.  The man with the little truck has headed for new bins and the dog has wandered off.  There’s just me and Pompeii.

By 0738 I’m beginning to worry.  I send a comms to Agent Chester confirming the meeting place at time, but when there’s no reply by 0755 I decide to break radio silence and call her.  The phone just rings out in to a vast void.

Something’s gone wrong.  Maybe I misheard her on Saturday.  Maybe she said the main theatre.  Damn these Romans and their love of dramatics!

I decide to check out the theory so move trough the deserted streets heading for the theatre quarter.  Pompeii is silent, whispering and enigmatic.  The theatre quarter is as empty as it’s been for most of the past 2000 years.

Theatre quarter

In the triangular forum I spot a man with a sweeping brush and ask if he’s seen a group of about ten England people led by and Italian agent.  He shakes his head and looks sadly at me as if such things are possible at this time in the morning.

Perhaps they’re already in the target area?  I get my bearings and head back to Regio VII Insula XIV.  It’s as deserted as the rest of the town.

This is getting serious.  I need to regroup and rethink so I head back to the Ampitheatre.  No sign of anyone so I walked down the entrance slope and into the bright sunshine of the arena.  Making my way to spot where I think Nick Mason had his drum kit in the Floyd’s classic “Live at Pompeii” gig, I sit down to think.

I try Agent Chester again.  No joy.  I make a decision.  I haven’t had a coffee.  That needs sorting first.

At the main entrance I hit a snag.  They’ve locked the gates until they open for the public at 0900.  Somehow I’ve got locked in at Pompeii!  I kill the time by studing the famous casts of the people who died here that they keep locked in some sort of curving, tubular greenhouse.  It must be hot in there.  I can’t help feeling that there’s something deeply incongruous having these remains displayed in bright, life affirming sunshine.

0900 arrives – as I find it usually does – and I make my way back to the safe house though taking a long detour to get more supplies.  It’ll save time later.

My favourite coffee bar is shut, though the stray dog is still lying outside it.  Like me, he didn’t know it is closed on Mondays.

I get a coffee at the safe house and lie back on the bed to chew things over and ponder my next move.  Then I fall asleep.

Our Man ponders

I awake with a start, to just the beating of my heart, at noon.  I decide there’s nothing to be done but to open the envelope with the emergency contact number.  I dial and an Italian voice crackles over the phone.  I give the codeword and suddenly I’m speaking to Agent Chester:

“Where were you this morning?  We waited until 0730?”

“I was outside the entrance to the Ampitheatre at 0715 as agreed.”

“No you weren’t.  We were at the entrance from 0705 aand the last agent came in at 0730.”

“I assure you I was.”

There is an awkward silence and then she continues:

“Never mind.  You know your way to Regio VII, Insula XIV?  Meet us there as soon as you can.”

I move fast.  It’s five minutes to the ruins and the magic key does its trick.  Yesterday’s recce pays dividends now as I pick a route through the quietest streets, avoiding the tourists: down the Via Di Castricio, turn right up the Vicolo Di Paquius Proculus, left on to the Vicolo Del Menandro, right on to the Via Stabina and then a final left on to the main drag, the Via Dell’Abbondanz and Regio VII.

I reach Insula XIV.  The target area is empty.

No one home“

Then, I catch a glimpse of a figure passing across a doorway in one of the interior rooms of the house.  I take my chance and slip around the barrier and weave around the maze of what was once a shop.

There, sitting with their backs against the wall, hugging the scant shade are Agent Chester’s accomplices.  A moment later Agent Chester herself arrives.

“We’re on lunch.  Come say hello to the boss.”

I follow in to one of the back rooms that still has an intact roof and so is mercifully cool.  There, sitting on a stool with her wrist in a support bandage and a bandana over her head sits the boss.

“This is the agent from Epiacum,” then she turns to me, “This is the boss – the Big E”.

Oh man, two Big E’s.  This is going to get confusing.

“So what happened?” she asks smiling.

Agent Chester and I run through our differing version of events… and all becomes clear, so clear that we can’t help laughing.

When Agent C had said meet at the Ampitheatre entrace, she’d meant for us all to enter by the staff entrance that leads to the east entrance of the Ampitheatre.  One of her current accomplices was hear last year and knew that, so that’s where they headed.

I didn’t know about the staff entrance.  So I’d headed through the main gate and ended up at the western entrance of the Ampitheatre.

We were waiting to meet each other at opposite sides of the Ampitheatre… and it’s a damn big Ampitheatre.

By the time I’d called Agent Chester, they’d given my up for lost and moved on to see the pottery and fresco preservation labs and her phone was off.  They hadn’t reached the reached the target area when I first passed it.

Oh how we laughed.

“And now,” said Grande E (as I think I should call her), “You’re just in time to go home.  We’re aborting today’s mission.”

I was a littl shocked but apparently the others had been fried by over briefing and the heat – the damn heat – and so the decision had been made to let them finish early.

“Perhaps you’ll join us tomorrow?” she says smiling.

“Sure,” I say, and hand her the Epiacum Research Framework.  “From Big E – with her compliments.”

Back at the safe house there’s a comms message from Agent C.  She’s landing tonight and needs a briefing.

I notice that the keepers of this place have replaced my broken chair.  I sit down to file my report for Big E and hear the unmistakeable crack of breaking plastic.

The damn heat

It’s the heat – the damn heat.

Ciao.

 

 

 

 

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Our Man In Pompeii : The First Recce

The plan to get to the ruins before they opened to the public was banjaxed by the local vino rosso.

Aptly named Vesuvio, it wiped me out just as effectively as the volcano did to the Roman town.  Guess I must have needed the sleep.

By nine thirty I’m sitting outside what I can see will become my favourite coffee bar with what passes as a large Americano in these parts, a pretty damn good croissant with apricot jam, and a stray dog.  The mission is to locate the target and familiarise myself with the wider area and spot potential problems.

It’s only five minutes from the cafe to the nearest entrance.  I’m about a hundred yards from it when I hear a strange metallic sound from somewhere near my feet.

Latest equipment failure

Damn those cheap Argos watches!  The strap’s broke and impact has thrown the back off somewhere down a Pompeian drain.  Good job I packed my work watch, though doubtless that’ll melt in this relentless heat.  It would be nice to have a day when something doesn’t break.

I get to the gates and the whole place is a mass of people.  Then I realise why it’s so busy – entry is free on the 1st Sunday of each month, and the masses are taking advantage. I head up between the Ampitheatre on my right and the Palaestra on my left, heading north for the Via dell’Abbondanza.

Inside the Palaestra

The ampitheatre

The road’s named after the Goddess of Abundance and it’s abduntantly full of people.  We’re crawling forward like migrants waiting to be registered at a refugeee camp, stopping every few seconds whilst another family or loving couple hold the procession up with the obligatory souvenir photograph.

Via dell’Abbondanza

It’s a surprsingly long way, and the slow procession, the heat and the uneven 2000 year old road surface make it seem even longer.  Maybe that explains why we start before the public can visit – otherwise we wouldn’t get to the work site until lunch time.

Suddenly, there on the right, I see the tell tale barriers closing off an area.  Well hello, Regio VII, Insula XIV.

The site in question!

I need time to contemplate this, so I head in to one of the many little shops that flank the street.  None of the tourists seem to go in to these working class ruins, so I’ve got the place to myself to get my bearings in the shade.  I dig out the map I picked up at the entrance and read the information.

Oh God, it’s a non-smoking site!  I’ve really been let down by the intelligence on this one! Instinctively I reach for a cigarette to deal with the shock.  Then I notice some small icons on the map – smoking areas!  Ok, a new plan.  I need to see how long it takes to get from here to the nearest one and whether I can get there and back in a 15 minute break.

Stepping back out on to the main drag I take a last look for today at what’s going to be my main place of work for the next few days.  We’re going to feel like goldfish swimming in a bowl full of boiling water.  I rejoin the slow procession and head west towards the Forum.

I’ve seen some things in my time, but it’s been a while since something literally took my breath away.  You don’t see the Forum until you step in to it – and I’m sure the Romans planned it that way.  It’s enormous and mind-blowing.  It’s bigger than traflagar square and more inspiring – and it’s aligned with Vesuvius.

The Forum and the volcano

 

    More Forum

I spend about fifteen minutes just grinning and letting my head spin.  Then I realise, I most definitely need to sit down in the shade with a cigarette, so I head towards the Temple of Jupiter.

As a minority memeber of a dying breed, I’m used to indulging my habit in cramped bus shelters outside airports or in wind ravaged porches outside pubs.  The small side street behind the Temple of Jupiter must qualify as one of the best smoking areas in the world.  What’s more, I reckon I can get there and back on my break, although I might have to shout “Permesso!” very loudly and wave my trowel to get through the traffic.

Refreshed, I head for the Herculaneum gate in the far northwest of the town and the Villa of the Mysteries.  From there I wander back to the Theatre and then towards the Ampitheatre.

It’s impossible to describe Pompeii in words, the experience or how I feel.  It’s overwhelming.  I’ll let the pictures do the talking.  At one point I laugh out loud when I realise I’ve got lost in a town that hasn’t been inhabited for almost two thousand years.  There are not many places on the planet where you can do that.

Mmm… now where is that?

 

The Via delle Tombe (the Road of Tombs)

 

Wow!

Four hours later and I’m back at the entrance.  I’ve feel like I’ve walked miles and my head is spinning.

Back at the safe house, there’s a message from Agent Chester.  We’re starting tomorrow at 0720 hours!

0720 is not a time I’m familiar with.  Neither is the safe house – they don’t do breakfast until 0730.  Neither is my favourite coffee house.

I’m going to try and find a bucket to stand in as I work so I can collect the bits of me that melt.

I’m just about to file my report when there’s a very large bang that makes me jump so much I nearly fall of the terrace.  Someone has fired a decent sized piece of artillery.  It continues sporadically for about ten minutes.  I have no idea why.  Perhaps it’s the Pope’s birthday.

Whatever the reason, unexpected loud bangs when you’re sitting at the foot of an active volcano should be discouraged in this agent’s opinion.

Ciao. …

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