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S tudent  Voice





          JCH Arts student, Lily Hillary (2021), shares with us
          her passion for archaeology and her adventures
          in Sardinia.


          In early April 2022, one of my professors emailed me about an
          archaeology opportunity in Sardinia over the Italian summer.
          As an aspiring archaeologist, the opportunity to analyse and
          study in the field a civilisation I had only heard of briefly
          excited my interest, to say the least! I promptly applied and
          was delighted to hear back only a week later that I had been
          offered a position over the July-August period.

          Although this meant juggling seven weeks of semester work
          online and in a different time period (getting up at all ungodly
          hours of the night/morning for tutorials), in addition to doing
          field and lab work, it was certainly worth it.

          The subject of the archaeological analysis was the Nuragic
          civilisation (1900-730 BCE) in Sardinia, and we were based in
          Narbolia, a small atmospheric town and home to PhD student
          Laura Pisanu, who was running the project. Each day began
          with a sugar-laden homemade breakfast from my charming
          landlady, after which we worked during the morning and later   After spending the mornings usually doing field analyses, Lily
          afternoon (so as to avoid the blistering midday heat). Still,   (left) and the team would spend the afternoons sketching
          from 0700 to lunchtime, long sleeves, a wide-brimmed hat, at   any fragments and sherds that are particularly well preserved,
          least a litre of water and copious amounts of sunscreen were   attempting to construct an image of what the whole ceramic
          a must as we paced up and down scorched fields, analysing   may have looked like.
          areas near partially or totally collapsed nuraghes (dry stone
          round megalithic towers) searching for pottery sherds.  themselves outside their doors on plastic white chairs from 8
                                                             pm, cigarette and fernet in hand, giving me a nod, a wink and
          Seemingly insignificant, these sherds tell us a lot about the   occasionally a ‘ciao bella’ as I went on my evening runs, while
          area. They reveal different materials used, techniques, cooking   the rest of the locals gathered each night at the local bar-
          and use of pottery over different ages during occupations   restaurant. For me, Sardinia will remain unforgettable.
          of the area. We would go through a process of recording
          the sherds and tools we found, GPS locating them, and   One particularly large Nuraghe, which is under the protection
          ‘reconstructing’ what the total vessel would have looked like.   of UNESCO.
          After lunch, a cold shower, and a touch of study (or a siesta),
          we would begin afternoon work, which involved either further
          field analysis or lab work, which was a process of further
          reconstruction (to publishing and printing standard) and data
          recording.

          On weekends we would often visit some UNESCO Nuraghe
          sites, more than ten times the size of the ones we worked
          around. These structures are sensational engineering feats,
          with multiple floors accessible by steep spiralling rock steps,
          some even reaching 20-30 meters in height when fully
          constructed. These looming towers, often with small housing
          structures spreading from their base, are built with mammoth
          basalt stones (or occasionally limestone), which have been
          shaped and cut to fit perfectly on top and next to one another
          without the use of cement. I particularly relished the higher
          terraces which provide sensational views of the Sardinian
          landscape, or the more hidden ‘chambers’ in the large
          nuraghe which we would often access by commando crawling
          through a small opening to reach a delightfully cool reprieve
          from the heat.

          It was a truly unique experience: settling into a small village
          where the local church bells would sound on the hour; where
          the woman living across from me would keep a watchful
          eye on her environs, standing in her frilly apron, holding a
          wooden spoon and pearl spectacles, inspecting the street,
          up and down; where the older men would always seat

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