Monday 23 September 2013

A Change of Pace

We’re well into September now and the signs of autumn are sneaking in slowly, which means the winter season in the forestry department is almost upon us. More forestry news next time but this post focuses on my new voluntary role in the Hall.

A large scale project is underway to update all the wiring in Wimpole Hall itself and generally smarten that side of the maintenance up (i.e. do away with spare and loose wires that doesn’t go anywhere). Yes no more will you flick a switch, look around blankly and wonder what the heck that was supposed to turn on!

Of course this involves taking up the flooring in pretty much every room in the House, and there are a lot of them in there believe me! This obviously means that anything in the rooms needs to be protected either in situ or stored away while the work is being undertaken.

Thinking this would be a good opportunity to expand my skills a bit and edge into the conservation side of archaeology, I put my name down to help out. With the project being broken down into several different voluntary roles, I picked two to add to my already busy schedule.

What a View! Hey, who put that window in the way?!
So now I am on the textiles team (TT), a small group of us that are involved in conserving items such as curtains and carpets. This also includes everything textile related such as lamp shades, napkins, cushions etc, you get the idea.

The first official day for the TT was last Wednesday and we were up in the attics organising the archive room. This basically concerned unloading a rack filled with boxes of textiles that had been archived previously.
Sounds simple enough? Well there were a lot of boxes and they just kept on coming! There also came the problem of where the heck do you put these while we move the racking around. The small room next door sucked up some of the boxes in no time at all so we were forced to expand out in the corridor! When that space got short we had to extend further down the corridor past a fragile kneeler (more on that later).
With everything off and nicely stacked nearby it was time to move the racking…but wait, all that moving is thirsty work! A tea-break in hand later and we were back on the job.

Even with an empty rack it was still heavy, so next the shelving was coming out! Eventually it was movable so we rotated 90 degrees parallel with the other racking. We suddenly realised that taking a photo of the job before hand might have been a good idea as everything now had to go back on the correct shelves. Even though there was a print-out of what was on each shelf it wasn’t up to date!
Nevertheless we ultimately succeeded in restoring the shelves to their (kind of) original state. With a bit more manoeuvring with some other tables and objects it was pretty much job done!

Deciding it was time for lunch we made our way through the House. I took the opportunity to take some snaps before leaving the area…nice view from that high up! The afternoon would be a much more conservation-angled affair…


Maggie, Mary and Meta
That's only half of it!
…namely boxing up a church kneeler that Olga had stored in the attic in the past. Now this kneeler is no small item, it’s a good 6 – 8 metres in length and easily takes up most of the corridor it’s been resting in!

First job; an in depth inspection to look for any bugs and beasties that might be residing (or munching through) on or in the kneeler. Powerful lamps were used as the corridor was pretty gloomy even with the overhead light bulb on! On hands and knees we scoured every inch of the material, finding the odd evidence of insect life (discarded wing cases) but on the whole it seemed quite clear.
The next comedy moment came when we had to roll out the acid free paper. In a tight corridor with not a great deal of space this quickly became a tricky job especially trying to straddle, lift and move the paper all at the same time! And that’s with three people!! No there wasn’t any photos of that either; I’m not superman you know!

Anyhoo, with that little struggle nicely conquered it was down to the gallery to cut and score some sheets of Borex (I think that was it, I’m pretty sure it was very similar to Botox). We may also have had a cuppa about then too. Basically it’s a corrugated composite sandwiched between two outer layers of the same stuff; sturdy too.
Back up to the kneeler and it was just a case of sliding the sheets underneath and taping them up along the open seams, presto! A job well done and just the first of a vast number of objects to conserve… the adventure begins.


Oh by the way, you have no idea how hard it was trying to type conservation and accidentally writing conversation by mistake! We certainly did a lot of conversation that day!!


Tuesday 10 September 2013

Frog Song

Welcome once again to mini blog post no. 2! This one will probably be shorter than the previous post (Haha, who am I kidding!), but it's just to highlight what can go on in the garden when you least expect it. After stumbling around with the newt last time, I was most surprised to find what was swimming around in a bucket the same week.

Froggy of Frog Hall
He's so tiny!
The day after a particularly rainy Saturday, I was out in the garden collecting up all the rainwater that had filled the various buckets and gardening tubs we have scattered around the garden.

In one of them I spotted this little dude swimming around and having a jolly good time! Of course in the first couple of seconds I thought: "Poor little thing, he's drowning!"
In the next second I remembered that frogs are aquatic and tend to get on well with a drop of water!

Naturally he'd drown eventually as the water level was a good two inches below the lip of the tub. So I provided him with a leg-up to allow him to have a breather.
 
It then occurred to me that he’d make an excellent addition to the blog and off I went to grab the camera and snap a few photos. It was only when I reappeared and looked again that I noticed he’d hauled himself up onto the makeshift ‘rock’.
 
 Again I’ve no idea if said froglette was a girl or a boy but going by the markings on his head I reckon it was a boy. By the way I’m not sure what you call a baby frog (and no it’s not a tadpole!), but we’ve seen a few of them up Wimpole in Folly Field and Paul calls them froglette’s so that’s good enough for me!

However if you do know what a baby frog is called feel free to comment and enlighten us. I’ve never seen a baby frog before until this year, now I’ve seen quite a few. It’s amazing to see how tiny they are when the frogs first set out! Oh and in case you’re wondering, it’s not a toad. Not warty enough.
I was especially fascinated by the webbing you could see between its toes, amazing stuff.

What other creatures do I have in store for you next time? Come back and see…

Ribbit!


Monday 2 September 2013

Newt So Fast...

Hello once again and welcome to one of my smaller posts. Rather than one of my long posts that takes an hour to write (and probably just as long to read!), I’m doing a small segment on what I’ve found in the garden in the last week or so. OK, so I know it isn’t strictly about Wimpole but hey, I’m branching out! Plus it’s still along the same lines as being outdoors in the country so don’t complain!

She Turned Me Into a Newt!
Our special guest is this handsome chap. He was only about as long as my palm when I found him (as you’ll see below) and I was most surprised when I lifted up my pumpkin pot to find him sitting there! Of course not thinking I immediately picked him up to take a closer look. I assume he’s a he; it could be a she for all I know! If anyone has further info on the sex of said newt then drop me a line.

Having picked the dude up and given him a grand tour of the garden, through which the whole time he just rested in my hand looking thoroughly unimpressed, I set him down on the table to take some snaps. Now I didn’t realise until much later when reviewing the photos that he blended in quite well!

Awww, he's so cute!!!!
Are newts able to change their colour? Or was it just unlucky that I chose an area where he could blend in? As always answers on a postcard! As I was snapping away I suddenly came to the realisation that the creature may be the protected Great Crested Newt… I paused and looked at it trying to determine this question.

Fortunately I checked later and found a match: The Common Newt. I’m sure there are those of you out there right now screaming at your monitor going, “I can’t believe he thought it was a Great Crested!” Hey, gimme a break ok, I’ve never seen any kind of newt before!

Once he (or she) had modelled for me I placed him back under the pot and squished him. Just kidding, he was fine, I checked to make sure he was ok before leaving him alone.

That's All Folks!