I began my new course yesterday Archaeology of the Ancient Near East and it got off to an excellent start. Interesting lecture and engaging lecturer combined with excellent access to reading material. Not the same as face to face but not bad at all. It got me reminiscing... my father used to take me to the National Museum of Scotland as a boy, when it was in Queens Street. I was fascinated by the exhibits especially the reconstructed full sized chariot and model of a broch. He also took me sometimes to Vindolanda and other sites on Hadrian’s Wall. While there I bought a few bits of broken pottery and nails- they seemed to be selling tons in the late sixties early seventies to supplement their funds. I made a wee museum in fablon wood effect covered shirt boxes and got a few other bits such as Roman coins. I was enthralled. I also was given the book in the photo when I was about eleven. It was my pride and joy and I poured over the illustrations. Here are some pictures below. I wanted to be an archaeologist when I grew up. It didn’t happen. I did volunteer on a dig one summer when I was around twenty and have retained my interest ( Time Team etc) in my reading and visiting. Enjoy the photos below-
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