Yesterday I emailed the tourist office in Orkney to say that I was writing a short story with a heroine who was working at an archaeological site on Orkney, and please could they tell me what sort of soil she’d be digging through. I’d like to be a fly on the wall when they read that one! If nothing else, it should give them a good laugh on a Monday morning.
Or does anybody reading this happen to know about Orkney? I think I’ve dug myself into a hole here.
But maybe that’s appropriate for a story about archaeology.