Archaeologia Hypothermia...
Feb. 2nd, 2012 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
endlessraritiesOr... Alternative Title # 1: Mincing Around on the River...
Or... Alternative Title # 2: Sundogs Over Mauchline...
I got called out to the weir today. The water levels were way down. Which meant that the ground was lacking the ankle deep running water that was a feature of the previous instead. Instead, I found myself confronting a mass of sheet black ice.
On a sloping spillway, this isn't much fun, believe me...
The area I was summoned to record lay three quarters of the way across the weir. Which meant I had to pick my delicate way across this icy wasteland in order to get to the voids that I was supposed to be recording. It was, um, interesting. One particular section was so dodgy that I bummed my way up the weir to photograph it rather than risk standing up then promptly sliding back down again with camera in tow.
Thankfully, I didn't manage to fall over this time. I minced my way back across the black ice again, and made it to terra firma safely, and while I didn't feel like it was an unusual kind of day, by 3 pm I'd suffered a complete energy crash. I presume I'd got so cold in the three hours I spent out in the Great Outdoors drawing and photographing 19th century timbers that I just wound up knackered. I'm still knackered, even after a hot bath (complete with a Lush Phoenix Rising bath bomb - Nice!!).
It was a fascinating stint of recording, mind. And the sundogs were brilliant. You can't beat a good sundog...
I should really watch Restoration Man tonight, because one of my charges is featured on it today (I didn't make it onto the television programme, thank goodness!!). But to be honest, I;m a bit knackered, and I think I'd rather settle down with an episode of Taggart....
Or... Alternative Title # 2: Sundogs Over Mauchline...
I got called out to the weir today. The water levels were way down. Which meant that the ground was lacking the ankle deep running water that was a feature of the previous instead. Instead, I found myself confronting a mass of sheet black ice.
On a sloping spillway, this isn't much fun, believe me...
The area I was summoned to record lay three quarters of the way across the weir. Which meant I had to pick my delicate way across this icy wasteland in order to get to the voids that I was supposed to be recording. It was, um, interesting. One particular section was so dodgy that I bummed my way up the weir to photograph it rather than risk standing up then promptly sliding back down again with camera in tow.
Thankfully, I didn't manage to fall over this time. I minced my way back across the black ice again, and made it to terra firma safely, and while I didn't feel like it was an unusual kind of day, by 3 pm I'd suffered a complete energy crash. I presume I'd got so cold in the three hours I spent out in the Great Outdoors drawing and photographing 19th century timbers that I just wound up knackered. I'm still knackered, even after a hot bath (complete with a Lush Phoenix Rising bath bomb - Nice!!).
It was a fascinating stint of recording, mind. And the sundogs were brilliant. You can't beat a good sundog...
I should really watch Restoration Man tonight, because one of my charges is featured on it today (I didn't make it onto the television programme, thank goodness!!). But to be honest, I;m a bit knackered, and I think I'd rather settle down with an episode of Taggart....
