What do you do on the first summerish Friday in 3 weeks, when it is your last day of the second-last week of work?
You go out on a tour to find chert, of course.
S. and one of her grad students were going out to see if they could source some of the chert in the material they have been finding on the field site, and they asked if I wanted to go along. I said sure, because my brain was starting to leak out of my ears and my elbow has been telling me to get off the damn computer already.
It was a fun little jaunt. We found some possible matches, and took some photos of the sites. At one point we were inspecting someone’s field stone fence because there were several good chunks of the cherty stuff mixed in. I don’t think they would have been to impressed if we had started bashing it with the sledge though.
It’s funny how walking around in a group with a stadia rod makes one look respectable, even when clambering over outcrops and through dead leaves and brush. Several people came out to watch us, but no one ever asked what we were doing.
So, in other news, I might be in Greece for 6 weeks this summer to work on a research project surveying an island. Is that not freaking cool or what? I am waiting anxiously to see if the project is a go, and once I know I will have to race off madly in all directions to get everything organised, but I am really really really excited about this.