Field Studies

Remembering Travis

Remembering Travis

Travis Who?

Travis were a band who were massive in Glasgow when I was living there in about 1999. They were everywhere for about two years (including a famous acoustic version of Britney Spears’ Baby One More Time which is well worth a watch), and then they dropped below everybody’s (including my) radar.

According to Wikipedia, they formed in 1990 in Lenzie (since made famous by the excellent Bags Fags and Mags, but I digress), they went through the obligatory “years in the wilderness” before making it big. They are also, if Wikipedia is to be believed, still going.

Yes, but why?

For those of who were not huge Travis fans, they had approximately two hits (to be fair they probably had more but I’ve forgotten).

The first was Driftwood, but that’s not why I remembered them.

Yesterday I was at the Gilbert White Field Study Centre again for a day of River Studies. Sadly, the weather forecast was “a little damp” to say the least. From the moment we left the centre to the moment we get back at the end of the day it rained solidly. It was never properly hammering it down, but it never stopped, not for a moment.

There was even a lovely moment when I realised that we were above the cloud base when on top of the hanger. It was great.

Fortunately, we’d come prepared: I was carrying a bag of spare waterproofs, spare gloves and hand warmers. Everyone had a great time splashing around in the mud.

It is, however, becoming something of a recurring theme at the moment. Getting rained on. Getting properly rained on, all day.

Which is why I found myself recalling Travis’ other big hit.

In lieu of something more insightful to say, I present you with a slice of classic Travis. It’ll all make sense. I promise.


Why does it always rain on me?

Fortunately, I’ve managed to dry everything out, ready for my next outing.


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Coring back to my roots. Literally

Coring back to my roots. Literally

This week I got to take a walk back in time, to a time when coring was a part of my life. It was as though no time had passed.

For the last couple of months I’ve been doing some delivery at Gilbert White’s House Field Studies Centre. I’ve mostly been delivering their river studies session: a primary school day learning about river processes by studying, measuring, observing and paddling in a small river. I’m really enjoying working outdoors at the moment, though I reserve the right to change my mind in October.

This week was a little different. This week I was asked to design & deliver a “Rocks and Soils” day, for year 3 pupils. No pressure. My first port of call was the National Curriculum that states that children will learn that: “soils are made from rocks and organic matter.” Which was not a whole lot of help.

So, to the drawing-board batman.

At the drawing-board

For those of you who have only known me in my Royal Marines guise, it may come as a surprise that my background is in earth sciences (specifically a degree in Archaeology & Geology as well as a masters in Geoarchaeology), so it wasn’t a total trip into the dark. It was more a voyage to that corner of the loft where you put the things you think you’ll never need again but keep just in case, hoping that it hasn’t got water damaged over the last [cough] 17 years. I’ve done a lot of this stuff for real so I did know what I was doing and I definitely know one end of a corer from another, it was just longer ago than I’d like to admit.

Geological map of the Weald

Geological map of the Weald

I’m not going to go through the whole session design process but, to cut a long story altogether, the site sits near the boundary of the Upper Greensand and the Cretaceous Chalk. What we were going to do was investigate the difference between the two rocks and then see if we could find the boundary by looking at the soils that form on them.

My colleague took care of the rock collecting and testing, all I needed to do was to lead a group of 7 year olds on a soil survey. Soil surveying means coring, coring means letting children use these:

Screw auger: perfectly safe for children to use

Screw auger: perfectly safe for children to use

In addition to this, the short lead-time in the prep meant that I was basing the entire session on the results I expected from looking at the geological maps. This was real science, I had no idea what we were actually going to find.

This was going to be fun.

Real science, right there

As it turned out, everything went swimmingly well. The children managed to do some coring without incident or accident, they managed to actually identify soils using actual field identification techniques, they even managed to use a (heavily simplified version of) a Munsell soil chart to identify colour. They enjoyed it too, I was really pleased.

However, what really pleased me was that we actually found exactly what I was hoping to find. The soils on the chalk were grey and clayey whilst those on the sand were…well, sandy. We even managed to find the silty river deposits near the aforementioned stream. I was really chuffed: I’d backed myself and my knowledge and it had worked out.

I was over the moon when I saw the looks on children’s and the adult’s faces. They realised they’d done some real science, not a mock-up, not a set-up but something where they were answering a real question with an unknown answer. It was brilliant.

Over and above all that, I’d managed to find the box in the loft marked “field skills” and discovered that everything in it was still in working order. I could still do this, I could recognise different soils, I could carry out a survey, I could construct a transect and identify boundaries. I could still talk rocks and soils based on knowledge rather than extensive preparation.

I’d gone back to my roots and found I could still do field science, even if it was for seven-year olds. It was a comforting experience that I could back up my claims to a breadth of skill and knowledge.

When I say I can design and deliver sessions on a broad array of subjects, I really mean it.

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A Day out on the river…

A Day out on the river…

…Re-introducing myself to some old acquaintances.

Some of you may be aware that I’ve been doing some delivery for the Field Studies Centre at Gilbert White’s House recently, teaching “river studies days” It keeps my skills sharp and gives me a chance to keep my experience portfolio as broad as possible. I’m really enjoying myself, the sessions are a lot of fun and I get to work in the open air.

Yesterday I was teaching a group from a Portsmouth school and had this conversation when they arrived:

Teacher: you’ve been here a while. I didn’t come last year but I remember you from the year before.
Me: I’m not sure you do.
Teacher: But I do remember you.
Me: Yes, but not from here.
Teacher: [pause] You’re the man from the Royal Marines Museum aren’t you?
Me: That’s right. Don’t worry, we won’t be doing drill this morning.


I was really touched. I checked my records when I got home. The last time I taught this school was in 2014 and yet the performance I gave was so memorable that, in spite of me being in the wrong place, the teacher still recognised me.

It’s one thing to think I’m memorable, it’s another thing entirely to be presented with independent evidence of it. I was a very happy man.

Below is the GPS trace for the day, which I always find interesting, but disappointing as the hills are never as big in Strava as they are in real life.



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