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More on clay pipes

I think I might, just might, be becoming obsessed by clay pipes.

Don’t worry I’m sure it will pass… sometime.

Remember my clay pipe?

Here’s a view from side on to help jog your memory.

Well I was curious about the markings…

After all, if I knew a bit more about the maker, maybe we could date the pipe.

Could it be that the smoker of this pipe was a convict?

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Unfortunately W.T. Blake was not among them.

Not to be daunted by this little glitch I emailed them and the next day a lovely woman called Jacqui replied with this information:

The pipe is a type 30 in Atkinson and Oswald’s London type-series (1969), which is broadly dated to c 185-1910. But William Thomas Blake is recorded in trade directories as a pipemaker in City Road between 1873 and 1898. This is rather later than your stratigraphy seems to suggest of course. There is also a reference in the directories to pipe makers Reynolds and Blake in City Road 1867-9. This is very likely the same Blake working in partnership before establishing himself in business on his own. However, if the pipe was made by the earlier partnership it would have been marked accordingly and not as you have it. So I think the example you found must date after 1873, or at least between 1869 and 1873.

The dates are not as definitive as I was hoping for.

But at least it is still possible for it to be a convict pipe.

The depot was closed down in 1875-6 (the Colonial Convict Department disbanded in 1876).

The building itself was knocked down in 1895.

Tomorrow I’m heading back to the wheatbelt – this time to Geraldton via Northam, Toodyay, Dalwallinu and Morowa.

It should be an interesting trip.

Not the barracks, the loo

Here I am at work with M, who is about to do her honours degree in Canberra at ANU.

We’ve just sieved a bucket of dirt and M is handing me the three bits of glass we found in the bottom.

I’ve been excavating Context 059 of Trench 6 which we thought might have been the Depot.

The barracks where the convicts and the ticket-of-leave men slept.

(note the technical archeaolgical terms!)

Today it was at least 40 degrees and hardly a breeze.

It was hot.

And I felt every degree.

Fewer finds today.

I found a button, which may or may not be convict era.
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S found a whole bulb of a clay pipe.

About lunchtime Sean decided that we probably weren’t looking at the foundations of the barracks after all.

The walls are too close together.

We think we’re in the privy.

Privies are good.

People chuck stuff in the loo.

Maybe not manacles which would really place this stuff in the convict era, but certainly other artefacts.

Only one day to go and then we fill all the holes in.

And it’s 38 degrees tomorrow.

My clay pipe

Isn’t it beautiful?

The letters you can see are V-I-S so we think it’s a Ben Nevis pipe made somewhere in Glasgow.

Ben Nevis is the highest mountain in the UK and a lot of clay pipes came from Scotland.

Clay pipes were the disposable cigarette of the 1800s.

The thin hole in the stem is to cool the smoke from the bowl.

Everyone had found a pipe and I was feeling left out frankly at dig central in York.

Yes, I’m on my dig and LOVING it.

Yes, it’s hot, dusty, dirty work but it’s such fun.

You scrape the soil with your tiny trowel and then you hit something interesting.

So you find a brush – a paintbrush maybe – and sweep of the soil until you reveal your artifact.

Sometimes – yawn – it’s a bit of glass or a bone – sometimes it’s a clay pipe, or a whole bottle.
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I was very excited with a blue bottle that I found on Australia Day.

But then I found foundation stones!

Bottles… meh.

We found the corner of the barracks where the convicts would have been housed between 1851 and 1875.

It was very very cool.

I know what you are thinking.

That I’m sounding more like a geek than ever.

Ah well… live with it.

It’s now day four of my first ever Archeological dig and I’m in love with digging and all things buried.

So yes… now I’m a dirt geek.