Friday, 17 August 2012

It's a shit job. . .

I have a part-time job at the island's heritage centre where, among other things, I man the till and smile nicely at the tourists who stagger in out of the Orkney wind and rain to see some of the relics excavated by archaeologists from the 5,000-year-old-plus settlement buried under the dunes at the north beach.

A couple of weeks ago Hazel, one of the aforementioned spade enthusiasts, turned up with some new stuff to put in the posh new cabinet the Heritage Trust spent a bloody fortune on this summer.

Among the artefacts was this. . .


. . . and if you can't quite make out the print, it's Coprolite or fossilised crap (they've called it 'poo', but this blog is in danger of being quite twee enough, thank you). Found on the midden by one of the buildings, it's probably dog crap and, no, I've no idea how they know that, although I can't help wishing it was something more exotic - baboon shit perhaps?

So, don't forget, come to the Westray Heritage Centre and have a really shit time.




5 comments:

Richard said...

I'm on the next boat.

Gadjo Dilo said...

At least it's definitely Scottish dog crap and not British dog crap - that's important.

Pat said...

So glad I'm no longer on kissing terms with a dog.

Z said...

What's with all this wee and poo nonsense? Fine when talking to small children but they even refer to poo when talking about checking for bowel cancer nowadays, it's too twee for words.

Your blog is great, not twee at all.

Indigo Roth said...

Rain? Check? Wind? Check. Poo? Check.

Okay, I'm in.