Life in ruins…

When I studied archaeology I learnt a certain way of looking at monuments – a way of looking that helped me to make sense of all the grassy lumps, bumps and bits of wall. It was a way of looking that focused on the history of a site above all else.

Now I see with different eyes. As well as considering the history of the site, I like to appreciate it’s place in the here and now. What struck me most about a recent visit to a nearby castle, was the abundance of wildlife that flourished there…….

…plants sprouted from the walls…

…the moat teemed with wildlife and vegetation….

…moss inched across stonework…

…fruits began to swell…

…pigeons roosted in doorways and on ledges….

…there was even a castle cat!

Although I completely understand the need for conservation, I feel that monuments can be tidied up a bit too much sometimes. Finely manicured lawns and a proliferation of information boards are all well and good but surely an important element of a castle’s history is it’s decay – and a big part of it’s romance is it’s ruined state…

…or perhaps I’ve just been reading too much Bronte recently…

Past Lives

When I worked in Archives, I was fascinated by the glimpses I caught of past lives. Every single document represented a moment in someone’s life – be it a letter, diary, photograph, accounts or inventory. The repository where I worked held a few documents of national importance. However, most of the documents were of a more mundane, everyday nature – yet it was these that interested me the most as they offered real insight into the ways people had lived their lives in the past. A particular favourite of mine was a set of household accounts from the victorian period. They began when the author was a young girl – as training, I imagine, for future account keeping. In the earliest accounts the expenditures listed are items such as ribbons, new gloves and things of a frivolous nature. As the author grew older and inherited the estate, the nature of the accounts changed and, instead of ribbons and gloves, servants wages, firewood, renovations and donations to charity are listed. The books span almost an entire lifetime and offer a fascinating glimpse into a young girl’s journey into adulthood.

At times I found myself deeply moved by the documents I discovered. One such item was the diary of a Victorian girl. It’s time span was relatively short – the entries covering the period of just a few months when the girl was staying in the country with relatives. They describe balls and dances in dazzling detail, record outings in the countryside and hint at a blossoming romance – but then the diary ends abruptly. A few pages after the last entry, however, is a touching and enigmatic postscript, evidently written many years later. In it the author wonders at how carefree her life once was and laments how she is now ‘worn down by care’. She sees this as retribution for the hurt she once caused another but doesn’t elaborate on what she did or to whom. It is a tantalizing, moving entry, which the author probably never intended for anyone to read. Yet, across the centuries, I read her words and found myself moved to tears.

As you can probably tell, I’m pretty passionate about archives. Part of my job was to promote their use, so it’s hardly surprising really. However, it was never my intention to work in Archives. My degrees are in Archaeology and I had always thought I’d end up doing that – working with Archives was something I just fell into really. I think that’s why I was struck so forcibly by the power of archives. They offered an immediacy to the past that I’d not encountered before. They made the past seem more accessible and relevant and, most importantly for me, they presented a past that was about people, not just events, trends and cultural shifts.

If you’d like to find out more about archives, then the best place is your local Record Office. However, if you’d prefer to take a look online, then I’d recommend you take a look at the National Archives site as they have online exhibitions, learning resources and helpful research guides – oh, and my personal favourites, the ducking stool game.

In case anyone was wondering, the photographs are of a memorial in Brecon Cathedral, Wales. I played around with the images a little to get a grainy effect.

Hay-on-Wye

My other birthday treat was a trip to Hay-on-Wye. As a book lover, I could quite happily spend days browsing through the books in Hay’s many, many bookshops. However, amazingly, this time I came back without any books. I put it down to the fact that the baby seemed far less interested in browsing than me! I did come back with something equally good though: 2 skeins of wool – and not just any wool, but locally-produced bluefaced leicester pure wool.

It is lovely and soft and I plan on using it to make a scarf for my sister for christmas. I bought the wool from the Wool and Willow Gallery, a co-operative of wool producers, spinners, weavers and dyers and a real treasure trove of beautiful yarns. It is a place which I must limit my visits to – it’ll be fatal for my bank balance otherwise!

The journey there and back was also very special. On the way out we stopped off at Arthur’s Stone, a neolithic chambered tomb near the village of Dorstone, Herefordshire. 

Originally, the chambers would have been covered by a mound but this has now mostly eroded away. The tomb comprises nine uprights which support a huge capstone. There is also an interesting curved entrance passage. The tomb rests on a ridge in the Golden Valley area of Herefordshire so there are some impressive views. 

On the way home, we decided to go over the mountains which, although a bit of a hairy drive at times, is worth it for the wonderful views. This time we were rewarded with wintery scenes of snow-covered mountains. It was unexpected and very beautiful – a perfect end to a perfect day.