Our historical weekend for 2021 is come and gone. This year we planned an exciting activity: fossil hunting, 1910s style!
Nina is a keen fossil hunter. She’s familiar with the places in New Zealand where you can go fossil hunting. She suggested we choose a holiday house within driving distance of one of them, and make a day of it.
What a splendid idea!
We planned our sporting chic outfits, with varying degrees of practicality in mind:
I’m wildly envious of Miss K’s jodhpurs, but couldn’t justify making another outfit this year, as I’ve made so many as Scroop Pattern samples.
So while everyone else was a khaki clad adventurer, I was the slightly-out-of-place city cousin in her perky day-at-the-seaside attire:
That was quite fine, as it turns out I’m not much of a fossil hunter. I hate the texture of dry clay soil, hate the dirt on my hands, and got bored of poking about in about 37 seconds.
Not a problem! I was quite happy to be the event photographer while everyone else scrambled over hillsides and got excited about 5 million year old bits of stone shells that looked an awful lot like the significantly newer shells down on the beach a few meters away. I was hoping for trilobites. Turns out I was only off by a few billion years…
I joked to my parents that I’m a bit of a genetic disappointment in my dislike of poking around in dry dirt as the daughter of farmers and the granddaughter of a noted (semi-noted?) archeologist. My mum said “Oh, you’re not a disappointment, farmers don’t like dry dirt either!”.
Luckily everyone else was having a fabulous time scrambling around on the clay cliffside, getting progressively higher up and giving me a delightful view of all the lace trimming on many an Ettie Petticoat.
Once we’d had enough of fossil hunting, we retired to the beach for lunch.
We passed on lashing of gingerbeer in favour of tea.
And what do fossil hunters eat? Enormous pasties! (Mushroom and leek).
I couldn’t decide whether you should see the image where I look elegant and ladylike with my pastie, or the one where I am awkwardly chowing down on it. Enjoy them both!
A fabulous way to spend a day!
And I might get to make those jodhpurs after all. I’ve got ideas for next year’s retreat…
A huge thanks to Averil, who took all the photos featuring me, and the one featuring Nina fourth from the bottom.