*well, one, actually… but it is rather an interesting one. And also, my apologies to The Beatles.

What ho! good folk of the blog reading sort, what ho!

Now, as you probably know (for the Bard says it so) some are born with pottery, some achieve pottery, and others have pottery thrust upon them… or something. I think I fall squarely into the latter camp, if by thrust you mean stumble across it, even if one isn’t looking for it.

And so it was the other day. I had dropped off young Master CG at a friend’s birthday party, and had taken the opportunity to saunter into town to pick up a few things (certainly nothing pottery related: lego, wine, and masking tape, I think it was… which gives yet another somewhat intimate peek into my life). I wandered down High Street, and wondered if it was too early for a glass of something cold and refreshing. Crossing the end of Market Street I looked left and idly noted that the road was closed… and then I noticed the ground had been dug up, with a good sized pile of spoil indicating that there was a hole.

Now, as an absolute rule, if an archaeologist sees a hole in the ground, they will peer into it. It’s so natural, so predictable, that it has become a sort of archaeological equivalent to the Masonic Handshake, and using it you can spot us a mile away. “I say! What’s that chap over there doing – peering into a hole?” they say. And comes the response “Oh that’s just old TCG, doing a spot of ‘hole peering’… he’s one of those archaeological types, don’t you know – curious fellows“. This is also why you never see large groups of archaeologists walking together; if they accidentally stumbled across some roadworks they could be there for hours, peering. From the outside it would look like a mass escape from some sort of specialised care home, the inmates muttering and stroking their beards, pointing at things that might, or might not, be there. And peering. People would get frightened, angry mobs would form, torches would be lit and pitchforks procured, the police would get involved… No, it’s safer we travel in ones and twos.

But I digress from the story.

“Hmmm“, I muttered, and my thought process went something like this:

“Oooh, a hole… I must have a peer.”

Are those setts? Nice!

Wait, look in the soil… is there any pottery?

And so I did the only sane and rational thing I could do… I wandered over and did a spot of peering! And my word, what wonders were therein contained… chock full of goodies, it was. And yes, I realise that ‘goodies’ as used here is an entirely subjective word!

Let’s start with the Brown Salt-Glazed Stonewares:

At the top left, we have a bowl or cooking pot with a rolled rim and a pot belly with a rim diameter of c.14cm; if it wasn’t Stoneware, I’d be thinking that it was Roman! Next to that part of the base to a large cooking pot; you can see the wear on the base where it was put in and out of an oven many times over the years. Bottom left is a thin walled open vessel, and with a diameter of 10cm is probably a mug with a horizontal linear banded decoration. The shiny lead-based glaze is particularly noticeable here, as is the orange peel effect on the exterior, characteristic of a salt glaze. This is also clearly visible in this sherd (it took me a while to get the light right on this shot, so you’d better appreciate it!).

The sherd on the right is probably from a jar or similar cylindrical shape. That on the left is the base of a cooking pot of some form. The foot is 8cm in diameter, but it is pot-bellied, so is actually quite large. It’s also quite coarsely made, being thrown quickly on the wheel, and looking at the base you can see detritus from previously made vessels, and which have been fired onto this pot. You can also see the wear on the edges of the base where it was pushed in and out of a metal oven. Interestingly, you can also just about make out the circular marks made by the wire cutting the wet clay bowl from the potter’s wheel – a snapshot of the manufacturing process.

Then we have some Industrial Slipwares:

A selection of open vessels. Rims from two lovely bowls, both of 16cm in diameter, and probably from food bowl – soup or stew, perhaps. The one on the left has a striking spotted design, and on the right, a variegated type with a joggled earthworm decoration (see the Rough Guide to Pottery Part 3 for more on this). To the right we see some more sherds, these are probably from tankards (for example, the one top right with the dark brown band has a diameter of c.12cm, which is about right).

Blue and White Transfer Printed:

Surprisingly, there wasn’t much Blue and White Transfer Printed material here, but I only collected from the surface, with no digging (which makes me wonder what I missed… eek!). What there is is fairly standard, a few bits of Willow Pattern, including a small plate or saucer of c.16cm diameter, and other assorted bits. There is also a moulded rim from a Shell Edged plate or shallow bowl.

Some hand-painted Victorian sherds:

Hand-painted pottery was quite popular, and can be quite attractive in an abstract way – the painting being done very quickly produces some wonderful designs. I have a feeling both of these come from larger jugs, or possibly vases, although the one on the right reminds me of some of the hand-painted designs you get on Spongeware vessels (see here). This stuff is the subject of a future Rough Guide, although there really isn’t much more to say than colourful designs on a refined white clay and glazed.

Here we have some Black Glazed sherds.

This stuff is interesting, and is going to get its own entry in the Rough Guide, too – perhaps next time (can anyone else hear screaming?) – so I’m not going to go into too much detail here. However, I will say these sherds come mainly from large thick-walled vessels, and specifically pancheons – huge deep bowls traditionally used for separating cream or proving bread. They are very coarsely slipped and glazed usually on the inside only, and typically have grooves on the interior, made by fingers during the shaping process. As I was peering I pulled out a sherd which has since proved to be my favourite ever example of this type – look at this beauty!

A rim sherd of a large pancheon measuring roughly 56cm in diameter – a monster! It has a lovely black glazed interior, with great drips running where it was splashed and placed upside down to empty and dry before firing. The exterior is something to behold, too:

Wonderful grooves running horizontally around the body, made with a comb of some sort and which left some of the flashing. And look at that handle! For some reason it rare to find handles (there’s usually two of them), but this one is perfect – you can even see the potter’s thumb mark where he has pressed it onto the body of the vessel.

And look at the profile, held up at the correct angle to allow us to see how steep the vessel would have been, and showing the thick heavy rim.

I love how monstrous this thing is… it’s truly fantastic! I’ll be waxing lyrical about this pot some more when we get to the Rough Guide.

And finally, this last one is a mystery sherd, by which I mean I don’t know what it is, exactly.

It’s shaped in a way that suggests it was a statuette, rather than a cup or bowl, and if I was a betting man (which I’m not), I’d say it was one of those pottery dogs the Victorians loved so much. Or did they? And here I’m going to share with you a passage from one of my all-time favourite books – Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome:

“That china dog that ornaments the bedroom of my furnished lodgings. It is a white dog. Its eyes blue.  Its nose is a delicate red, with spots. Its head is painfully erect, its expression is amiability carried to the verge of imbecility. I do not admire it myself. Considered as a work of art, I may say it irritates me.  Thoughtless friends jeer at it, and even my landlady herself has no admiration for it, and excuses its presence by the circumstance that her aunt gave it to her.

But in 200 years’ time it is more than probable that that dog will be dug up from somewhere or other, minus its legs, and with its tail broken, and will be sold for old china, and put in a glass cabinet. And people will pass it round, and admire it. They will be struck by the wonderful depth of the colour on the nose, and speculate as to how beautiful the bit of the tail that is lost no doubt was.”

I suspect that this is a fragment of that tail!

Finally, we have a fragment of a clay pipe bowl and a piece of stem.

Neither is particularly interesting as such, and I sometimes refer to clay pipes as the cigarette butt of the Victorian period – they were mass produced, smoked and thrown away – but they are always a joy to find. The slightly tatty looking organic object on the left of the photo is the remains of an oyster shell. These are quite a common find from the Victorian period, though perhaps less common away from the coast for obvious reasons. In fact, oysters were an important food source for many, sold pickled in vinegar and spices, or made into pie, and certainly by the time of the railways, they could be moved around the country in huge quantities to feed the hungry lower classes cheaply.

In terms of dating, the construction of the market hall and grounds, and subsequently Market Street, provides us with a lovely and quite solid Terminus Ante Quem – the latest point at which an event could have happened. Put simply, the pottery came from soil underneath the road surface of setts laid down when the road was put in – 1844 or thereabouts. It couldn’t have been deposited any later than that (the road surface prevents it) therefore all the pottery must date to 1844 or earlier. And from a sherd nerd’s perspective, I would agree with the archaeological method; there is nothing here that needs to be later that 1840. You can see the original sett covered road surface in this photo, with a few setts still in-situ. You can also make out the buried surface and the natural soil underneath.

To make it a bit clearer, let’s look at it side on – in section.

If you look at the photo above, you can make out the tarmac layer on top of the stone setts left in-situ – this was what you drove on the last time you drove down Market Street, laid down probably in the 1960’s, and many times since. The stone setts are the original Victorian road surface. Below these, in a reddish brown in the diagram above, is the disturbed original ground surface, and it is from this that the pottery was taken. Below that (only not as clear cut and obvious in the photo) is the original undisturbed natural clayey soil laid down during the last ice age or so.

The origin of this material, and why it ended up there, cannot be proven, but we might hazard a guess. From 1838 onwards, the town hall was constructed, designed from the outset to incorporate shops and businesses into the complex. One of these was a pub – The Market Vaults – that stood on the corner of (what was to become) Market Street and High Street West (it later became The Newmarket, and is currently Boots Opticians).

Well, technically, this front part was a grocery store, it was the back, facing into the market place that was the pub. And it was right next to this building that our hole was dug. It’s not in the realms of fantasy that broken pottery and rubbish would be thrown out of the back door of the pub onto the muddy wasteland – the area would have been a building site between roughly 1838 and 1844.

There are three things that reinforce this theory. Firstly, the pottery contains a large proportion of Industrial Slipware, a ware type particularly associated with pubs. Secondly, the oyster shell is a classic bar snack of the Victorian and earlier periods, cheap and cheerful (then, at least – now they are, well, bloody expensive and, quite frankly, inedible). Lastly, the condition of the pottery; it all has sharp edges and clean breaks, which tells me that it has not spent any time kicking around the soil, being trodden on, or moved around at all: it was simply dumped and never touched again until being paved over. And although in ‘History in a Pint Pot‘ (the history of Glossop’s pubs), David Field notes that the first mention of a pub here is in a newspaper of 1865, I think it highly likely that the grocery was open all year, and that the enterprising owner – Mr Edward Sykes – would sell beer round the back on market days.

Fast forward 180 years, and some dashing heroic archaeological type wanders over to a hole, has a peer and, well, here we all are. And here, we must turn once again to Three Men in a Boat. Later in the same page as above, J notes:

“The blue-and-white mugs of the present-day roadside inn will be hunted up, all cracked and chipped, and sold for their weight in gold, and rich people will use them for claret cups.“

If only he knew! And if only I could find one complete enough from which to drink claret!

So remember, always have a look into a hole… you honestly never know what you might find. But be quick and be bold, as before you know it all is returned to normal and the opportunity to explore a little of the past is gone…

EDIT

I have just come across this rather wonderful article, written by the truly amazing Graham Hadfield, about the history of Market Street. The whole of Graham’s website – GJH.me.uk – is an absolute mine of Glossop history, and he really puts in the effort to investigate the history of the place. I don’t bang on enough about the other people who are unravelling the history of here, as I’m not the only one, but let me recommend this site.

Incidentally, as I was peering I heard shouting behind me, and bounding into view came my lovely neighbours (hello H & S!). Apparently, their conversation prior to this had gone along the lines of “look at that weirdo poking around that hole, what’s he doing? Oh, hang on… that’s TCG!”. It’s nice to be known… I think.

Righty-ho, I think that’s the lot for today. I’ve got places to go and things to do (mainly housework, to be honest, but there you go, such is the life of the dashing explorer). In all the recent rain, it is well worth keeping an eye on the ground to see what the pottery fairy has sprinkled about – let me know if it is anything good. Also, big news is coming… I think, but until then, look after yourselves and each other. And I remain.

Your humble servant,

TCG

*Guess who got a thesaurus in his Christmas stocking? Also, as an interesting aside, this question also shows you how long I have been working on this post – it made sense and was relevant when I wrote it in early January.

What ho, wonderful blog reading folk, what ho!

The search for pottery and other bits of archaeology never really stops, does it? I’m sure you all know what I mean (I meant for the rest of us, not you… we know you don’t like it!). I seem to spend my life looking down and around, especially in places I might encounter the stuff. Never digging, but simply looking… and finding. Honestly, it’s something that I’ve done all my life, and I am pleased to say that Master C-G has also caught the bug. As, also, have some of his school friends, who regularly seek me out in the playground with joyful looks on their faces to show me the ‘wonderful’ things they have found over the weekend (hello RR, RB & NB). These are distinctly unlike the looks on their parent’s faces who are not as impressed with the search for bits of old plates interrupting their Sunday walks, and then humping bags of the stuff around. Awfully sorry chaps.

I’ve recently found some nice bits and pieces (not just pottery – flint, metal work, and a potentially very interesting whetstone… which is a phrase not many people will have uttered) that I need to a) blog about, and b) inform the Finds Liaison Officer about, and not necessarily in that order. All joking aside for the moment, it is really important to inform the FLO if you find anything ‘interesting’. It might not be interesting in the end, but if it is then at least someone knows about it, and that can fill out the archaeology and history of an area, changing it significantly in some cases. Also, you might get something into the Portable Antiquities Scheme – the British Museum programme that records all finds made (currently containing 1,623,055 objects, and going up on a daily basis) – and end up on the website (it’s searchable, with hundreds of thousands of photos, and more information that you can shake a sherd at – honestly, if you have a spare minute or three, give it a search here… and whole hours of your life will simply disappear!).

Anyway, onto the pottery…

I’ve tried to choose the more interesting bits today – older sherds for example – rather than the plain white or Willow Pattern. As an aside, I have recently come to realise that I have entirely too much pottery. I know, I know… can such a state exist? is it possible? A few years ago, I would have said no, but as I cast a weary gaze around the splendour of CG Towers, my normally steely nerve begins to falter; a deep sense of foreboding swells inside me, a certain something-or-other happens to my voice, and a tremor appears in my hands. At this point I normally go for a lie down, or depending on the location of sun in relation to the yardarm, a snifter of the stuff that cheers. But I cannot escape the niggling thought that I have whole boxes filled with, well, quite frankly, boring bits of pottery… and if I’m saying it’s boring, you know it to be true! I might start returning it to where I found it, or adding it to Shelf Brook in Manor Park to give mudlarks there more things to find. Hmmmmm? What’s that you say? No… No thank you, Mr Shouty-Outy. I won’t be “sticking” it there, thank you very much.

Anyway, moving swiftly on from such unpleasantries… the first of the pottery.

This first batch comes from the same place I found the lead came (this article, here) at the top of Whitfield Avenue, and the pottery dates from largely the same date – early – mid 1700’s, give or take.

Now, even I have to admit that this is not the mosr inspiring collection of pottery, and it’s chief inportance lies in its age. No.7 is a sherd of a Manganese Glazed bowl or larger cup, and No.6 is a fragment of a black iron-rich glazed cup. The other sherds are similarly glazed, and from larger vessels – bowls or pancheons (No.2 in particular). No.4 is interesting, and is probably a little newer – perhaps 1800? The grey fabric is unusual, and it seems to come from a pedestal footed bowl, perhaps a sugar bowl?

The next group of bits is of a similar age and type – early-mid 18th century, and possibly a little earlier in two cases – and comes from the bottom of one of the tracks that run from Hague Street to Charlestown Road, the southernmost of the two.

No.7 is a fragment of a Nottingham Stoneware grooved handle from a tankard or similar – something like this, perhaps:

No.5 is a truly wonderful flat base fragment of a Manganese Mottled Ware cup/mug type. Dating to roughly 1680-1710, the pale buff coloured clay tells me it was made in Staffordshire, and the base diameter of 6cm tells me it was a mug or similar small-ish vessel. It is very typical of it’s time, with a thick brownish manganese glaze somewhat slapdash-ly applied, and a chamfered base. Wonderful stuff.

The original would have looked something like this:

The above photographs are courtesy of the Chipstone Foundation, and their wonderful website which published pottery from the Talbot Hotel midden in Tetbury, Gloucestershire. It was full of pottery of this date (broadly 1670 – 1720), and is an invaluable resource – a snapshot of provincial utilitarian pottery of the time; nothing fancy, nice but basic, and exactly the sort of thing we would expect among the bourgeoning middle class of Glossop. The website is honestly well worth looking at, here.

Other bits include No.3, the base to a large black-glazed pancheon or open bowl with a base diameter of 15cm, give or take. No. 2 is a manganese glazed bowl, but interestingly the glaze has some away from the slipped surface underneath, allowing us a peek into how it was made. No. 4 is a similar sherd, but the glaze was applied in a slapdash manner, giving a drip effect decoration, and showing the slip underneath after it was fired, now a purple-ish colour. No.1 is obviously a sherd of 17th or early 18th century Staffordshire Slip Ware. It’s quite thick, so would be from a plate or platter, and it’s very nice.

The big question here is what is it doing there? The trackway seems to have been a later ‘version’ of the older one just to the north, perhaps replacing it when it became worn out, or when the Methodist chapel was built on Hague Street at the top in 1813 (certainly it remained a thoroughfare for some time, as it has a streetlight halfway down and a cast iron drain cover). But I wonder if the trackway is not related to the pottery, and it simply cuts through a midden or dump of a nearby house that no longer exists. To judge from the wills and deeds, Whitfield at the turn of the 18th century was thriving, so there must be plenty of houses here that we don’t know about, those that didn’t survive the ravages of time. Now, as people tend not to move rubbish very far, this suggests that this house was nearby, and whilst the two houses that sit at the end of the track now are Victorian in date, did they perhaps replace an earlier house? Whatever the answer is, I think this is a spot I’ll return to! Who’s with me?

Moving on

As I walk around, I always try and discover new paths and passageways to explore – the talk I gave recently in Chester (The Gold in Your Back Yard) was the result of just that – asking the question “what’s down there?”. In terms of psychogeography this is called a derive: a wander with no intention other than seeking situations, encounters, environments, finds, and exploration. This is a concept that I love. I may be a sturdy chap, and as tough as old nails Englishman (notwithstanding the ridiculous moustache), but there lies within me a somewhat far-out hippy (within certain clearly defined parameters – obviously I draw the line at naturism; an Englishman needs his trousers, by Jove! And besides, Glossop’s too bloody cold… one might die of indecent exposure). So when this next small group of material popped quite unexpectedly out of a disturbed patch of earth in the previously untrodden (by me) tiny path that runs between the western end of Kershaw Street and Wood Street (next to what was the Labour Club), I gave a quick “what ho!” and dove in.

There is nothing particularly exciting here, to be honest. Top sherd is a fragment of the ‘Willow Pattern’ blue and white transfer printed ware – pretty standard stuff, part of the edging around the main scene. Below that is a pearlware pedestal base to something small (the rim diameter is 6cm – a little large for an eggcup, so perhaps a sugar bowl?). And then there are the clay pipe stems – neither are especially interesting, but they illustrate a useful nugget of information. Compare them side by side:

Look at the holes – the bore size is different: the smaller has a diameter of 2mm, the larger bore on the right, 3mm (and whoever shouted out “you’re the biggest bore” – only you finds that sort of thing funny, you know… honestly, I don’t know why I bother sometimes). Earlier pipes normally have a larger bore size, but as the process of making clay pipes was refined, a smaller size wire was used. It is also often the case that the earlier pipes are thicker, too, for similar reasons, but caution should be urged here as it depends on where in the pipe stem you measure, as they often taper. it’s safer to use the bore size as a rough guide – the smaller here is 19th century, the larger is probably Georgian/18th century.

The next group I picked up in the field that contains Whitfield Cross – random molehills and on the path, and probably the result of nightsoiling.

Again, nothing earth shattering: a Victorian clay pipe stem (a 2mm bore) which shows signs of having been next to something iron, the rust staining the white clay. A sherd of Industrial Slip decorated pottery, early Victorian in date, but looks older. And a tiny fragment of a decorated clay pipe bowl.

Impossible to make out what the decoration is, especially from that photograph! There are pellets around the bottom, and perhaps legs? So maybe figures, rather than a pattern. Who knows. And yes, I am the sort of person who glues tiny bits of pottery back together, thank you for noticing. I recommend UHU Yellow (the sherd nerd’s glue of choice); it’s quick setting, but not as strong as the much harsher superglue, which means it can be undone and re-set if needed. It also cleans up well at the join.

This next collection was found during a quick impromptu mudlark in Hurst Clough. It’s from a site above the dump that periodically washes out into the brook, so probably represents something else – farm rubbish from nearby Lower Jumble, perhaps.

Again, nothing particularly special (a theme is developing!), but a good selection of Victorian stuff.

Top row: A very nice whiteware pedestalled footed bowl, with very sharply defined edges lines (which might mean it was made on a lathe). It has vertical fluted decoration and a band of wavy lines, and was probably once very fancy, although it is now very grubby – the peat in the water staining it brown. Next we have 2 sherds of annular Industrial Slip Ware. The blue and white is a rounded bowl with a diameter of c.16cm. The brown one is likely to be Dendritic (the tree-like design), and probably early 19th century. Then we have a thin-walled sherd of brown stoneware – a bowl or similar. Bottom row: There is a large blue and white transfer printed Willow Pattern plate- part of a mountain and a bit of fence. Next to that is another sherd of a different Willow Pattern plate, this one has a slightly wonky looking and misaligned tree from the garden. Next, a rim from a large bowl (diameter c.18cm) of something hand painted, possibly a spongeware. Finally, there is a cobalt blue glass fragment. It’s thin walled and an irregular shape, so probably not a bottle, and more likely some sort of decorative vase. I’d like to melt it down and make my own spun glass beads at some stage, and in fact have been collecting random bits of coloured glass fragments for just such craft activities. It’s doable, but I need practice… like so many other things I’d like to try.

And to end with, a small selection from Manor Park – some bits and pieces from Shelf Brook and around the skate ramp area. The whole area of Manor Park seems to have been radically landscaped sometime in the 1930’s, and a lot of rubbish was used to fill in parts of it. As a consequence, there are lots of places dotted around where you can find all sorts of interesting late Victorian/early 20th century stuff. I know some of you also like to have a poke around here, so if you find anything interesting, let me know.

To start with, another clay pipe fragment:

Initially, I struggled to work out what the decoration might be, then it hit me – an “S” surrounded by a rope… Staffordshire’ and the knot. A quick google led me to this :

A Victorian (late) clay pipe decorated with the Staffordshire knot and letters ‘S’ & ‘K’ (Staffordshire Knot, perhaps?). It’s nice to see the whole thing, and who doesn’t love a clay pipe?

Beads!, people, beads!

I love beads so much but I never find the blighters – I seem to be bead-blind. Pottery I never miss – I can’t look around without seeing mountains of the stuff falling out of the ground, literally throwing itself at me even when I’m not looking. Beads? Nope, nary a sniff, and both of these were found by Mrs C-G who has the eyes of a hawk (you might say she is… beady-eyed! What? Never mind “badum-tish‘, that was comedy gold). Anyway, moving on… The white one on the left is a simple paste bead, the one on the right is a wound glass bead with a strange and lovely incandescent colouring.

I love marbles even more, though. So tactile, so wonderful, but also a real link to the human, to the person who owned them, and a path between the past and the present. Both are made of clay, and both are perfect, unlike this next one…

Bottom left – the sad remains of what was once a large clay marble. I gave a yell when I saw the poking through the mud “a dobber!” but alas, upon excavation, what I could see through the mud was all that there was left.

Also in the photograph, the tip of a slate pencil. I often find these, and the other day was idly wondering why it is that I only ever find the tips, never the stems. Then I realised – it’s a single stick of slate – if it gets broken, the end can be sharpened, and voila… a new pencil.

Top left is a lovely piece of hand painted pottery – a very fine and delicate abstract shape, with the decoration on the interior, meaning it was an open shape – a bowl or similar. Bottom middle is another tiny sherd of worm decorated Industrial Slip Ware. Bottom right is a sherd of White Stoneware, with a leaf moulded decoration, and dating to probably 1800 or so. This stuff is very fine and lovely, and I have a whole chapter of the Rough Guide to Pottery on this subject almost ready to go – I’ll finish it off and post it next time (can anyone else hear that groaning sound?).

Sticking with pottery, are these bits:

Left is the top part of a flag, probably from a royal celebration cup or something similar, and right shows a 17th century style manor house or small hall. No idea about the actual subject, but it could be decorative or possibly as souvenir. The middle is the name of the maker and, helpfully, the pattern number. A quick Google search reveals that it belongs to something like this:

A J & G Meakin ‘Sunshine’ pattern plate, dating from around 1920 or 30. So there we go.

And staying with identifying marks from Manor Park:

A Tams Ware ‘Greystone’ pattern coffee cup, like this one:

Very Art Deco 1920’s style, and surprisingly not too tacky. I like the hand-painted ‘T’ on the base of the above sherd, put there by the painter – a little human touch.

These next three were a mystery for a long time; ceramic, tubular, and smooth, they seemed a little too big to be beads. Very strange, and quite common.

Then I watched a YouTube mudlarking video – Northern Mudlarks I think it was – and they mentioned that they are in fact old electrical insulators. I dug a little deeper, and the answer is the “knob and tube” wiring system… obviously. Now, ignoring the schoolboy humour (I may be just the right side of 50, but I’ll admit that raised a smile), this was a system of allowing houses to be wired with electricity from roughly the 1880’s to perhaps the 1930’s. Using these insulators, it ensured the poorly insulated wires didn’t come into contact with combustible material (like, for example, your floorboards!), and were held in place. Go ahead and follow the link to the Wikipedia page above, but honestly, looking at this, it’s amazing that we’re all still here. They are rather neat and natty little porcelain objects, and I’m glad I now know what they were for.

Onto some more pottery… of course. These bits were found on a footpath near Carr House Farm, Whitfield (now in the Shirebrook estate). Probably farm waste, but they are interesting.

Top row, left, is a fragment of window glass, thin and bluish, it’s perhaps quite early (18th century?). Next to it is a sherd of willow pattern, from the border of the design. Bottom row, right is a sherd of Engine Turned Industrial Slipware dating to c.1790-1880… ish (here is my article on this stuff). In the middle is a shard of very dark, almost black, glass, probably from a bottle. The dark colour normally indicates it is early – the darker, the earlier – as a rule of thumb – 18th century gin or wine bottle, perhaps? Far left, though, is my favourite sherd. This is the tiny, almost non-functional, handle from a 17th century manganese-glazed tyg. Yep, you read that right, a tyg – a multi-handled drinking cup of the 17th-18th century. The handles are tiny, perhaps only 1.5″ in diameter, but allow a hot cup to be passed from person to person without scalding. A complete version looked sort of like this:

Absolutely wonderful… I love this sort of thing.

Next up we have a pair of vulcanised rubber bottle stoppers.

Early 20th century in date, I honestly love these things – very tactile, and usually have a maker or company name on top, as is the case here:

Wilson & Bate of Glossop are very well known local company. Founded in 1869 they made mineral water, as well as cordials and beers. The bottles – stone ware and glass – are quite commonly found, too, and fragments have featured on the blog previously. Andrew & Atkinson of Hyde are similarly well known – founded in 1890, their bottles and tops are another common find – there is a great deal of information about them on the always interesting Hydonian blog. Do check it out, it’s very good.

And now… some money.

A pair of old One Penny coins – one dated 1929, the other corroded beyond all help (apparently, there are things I can do to remove the corrosion, but, frankly, and between you and me, I can’t be arsed). Both were found on the grass/mud by the children’s play area, perhaps fallen out of the pocket of a child.

Next up, is this lovely thing – a ceramic Reeves paint pan, designed to take a tablet of watercolour (orange, judging from the bit still inside the pan).

It says on the bottom “Reeves’ School Quality. Made in England”, and you can’t argue with that. It would originally have been one of many in a paint box, and designed to be bought as refills as they run out. The whole doodad would have looked like this:

You can buy similar Reeves’ paintboxes on ebay – here, for example

Right, that’s all for now. Apologies for the long-winded ramble that this blog post seems to have become, but I hope you enjoyed it. And apologies also for the delay in posting the article… all I can say is a combination of exciting news and personal issues have conspired against me… sorry. Now, for those of you who are interested, I have just discovered a wonderful article on Industrial Slip Wares that is waaaaaay more comprehensive than mine – so if you have an interest in this type of pottery, then give it a read. It also has some beautiful photograph of the pottery, as well as how it is made. It really is quite comprehensive – check it out here.

Also, the YouTube channel I mentioned, the Northern Mudlarks, is well worth checking out. They put up a new video each week of them finding exactly the sort of things you have just read about, and explore all kinds of interesting places and things, as well as craft-y type stuff. So if you like this blog, then Check them out, here.

So then, that’s all for now. I have exciting news for the near future, and there’s lots going on at the moment. So watch this space, or Twitter (or whatever it calls itself these days).

Until next time, look after yourselves and each other, and I remain, your humble servant.

TCG

What ho, dear and lovely people, what ho!

Firstly, let me offer my apologies for the distinct lack of activity following my last post two months ago. I try and post at least an article a month, and the intention is there, but sometimes life just stops me. And life in CG Towers has been somewhat tense and trying recently, for one reason or another. Health concerns – both mental and physical – have taken their toll, as has some serious repair/building work. Amidst all this I simply ran out of steam and disengaged from my ‘normal’ life to focus on matters far more important and urgent. Mercifully, the worst has passed, but I am struggling to recapture my previous vim, vigour, and verdigris… if that’s the word I’m fumbling for. So there we are, and here we are, and this post is the first one now that the corner has hopefully been turned. On, ever on… if sometimes a little slowly and shakily.

As I passed through Harehills the other day I felt that familiar tingle, the magnetic impulse that exists ‘twixt sherd and nerd. Glancing here and there my eyes picked out some blue amongst the greys, greens, and browns, and lo! ‘Twas a sherd, a thing of joy, a glimmer of hope, heart, and humour.

Stooping, I quickly photographed it, aware that a dog walker was slowly backing away from me in that way that people do. And then I picked it up. I love moments like this, and it’s why I do what I do. It’s not just the joy of finding a bit of treasure, a childhood pleasure that has never left me, but to hold in your hand a little piece of the past, a fragment of life long gone, with all the possibilities – that’s the key, and why I became an archaeologist… as if I ever wasn’t. I began to look at the sherd, to analyse and understand it. And then a thought: I’ll take you, gentle reader, on the journey of discovery with me, and we can unlock the secrets of the sherd together. This could be a bit of fun. Of course, “could” and “fun” in that sentence are used with caution, obviously.

Home it came, unwashed in my jacket pocket – for dramatic effect I resisted the urge to wipe it. What secrets would be revealed I wondered, as I ran it under the tap, and scrubbed it with an old toothbrush I keep for just such a purpose (of medium hardness, for those taking notes). First one side then the other, to expose the surface, and then each of the four edges, so that the important fabric is revealed. An interesting aside – sherds normally break into broadly geometrical shapes of 4 or 5 sides, but rarely more or less. This is one of the ways that you can spot a sherd from a distance, as nature rarely has 4 or 5 sided shapes, not does it often have straight-ish edges.

During the cleaning process, a number of things became apparent. Firstly, it came from a thin-walled vessel, which, coupled with having a diameter of roughly 10cm, suggests it is likely to have been part of a cup. Bigger vessels have thicker walls, and table wares – the pots from which you eat and especially drink (as opposed to preparing, cooking, or serving) tend to be more delicate and have thinner walls.

Secondly, both the exterior and interior surface was rough and dull. This is not how it would have been originally – it should have been smooth and shiny – but is the result of post-depositional activity… in this case, fire. Until the 1920’s, Harehills was used in part as a rubbish dump, and fires were often deliberately set in order to keep the smell down, and rats and flies away. They could start accidentally also, as people would clear out their coal fire which often contained smouldering cinders. Indeed, the 1928 Glossop ‘state of the union’ report tells us that one dump, “about 20ft in depth, had been on fire for many years“. The heat melts and bubbles the surface, causing the tiny holes and pitting you can just make out.

The pinkish staining on the interior is possibly a grease stain, or perhaps also the result of post-depositional activity, with the colour leaching out of some other piece of rubbish?

Looking at the break we can see the fabric, which in this case is a fairly poor quality greyish Bone China.

Now, given that the edges shows no sign of being burnt, unlike the surface, it seems that the sherd was broken off a larger piece after the fire damage had been done, suggesting that it has moved around a bit since it was first thrown away. This is also shown by the scratches you can see on the interior; they’re not like those made by a knife on a plate (and how hard do you have to stir a cup of tea to mark the glaze?), but have been made by close proximity to, and movement over, stones.

Moving onto the decoration. Obviously it’s blue and white, but the colour of the blue is odd, and it looks more like a spongeware pattern, with the blurred graininess you associate with the printing process, than the standard cobalt transfer printed whatnot. On balance, I’d say its a somewhat poor quality transfer which has a graininess to it. The image is something floral; I can see leaves, but not those found in the usual willow pattern pottery, but something more naturalistic, and which might suggests a later date for the cup.

The most obvious aspect of decoration is the fluting running vertically up the body of the cup (clearly visible in the fabric photograph above). This was quite a common decorative theme in the late Victorian and early 20th cemtury, with some even running diagonally up the body, spiralling around it.

So, putting it all together, and knowing what we know, we can work out what it might have looked like originally, and a short while later we go from inch long sherd to this…

So there we go – from muddy sherd to teacup in a few minutes. It’s amazing how much information can be retrieved from just a small fragment. But honestly though, all sherds have a similar story to tell, and each one can give us all the information, we just have to look and listen. Now, your turn! Go for a walk through Harehills, or Manor Park, or indeed anywhere else where there are herds of sherds, pick one up, and see if you can find the story. Let me know how you get on.

Right, that’s all for this time, and I hope you enjoyed it. I’d like to say I’ll make up for my absence by posting lots more soon, but I don’t want to set myself up to fail, and cause more pressure for myself. More is coming, though: I have a much bigger pottery post which is almost done, but I’ll wait a little while before posting it. Also, I have some big news in the pipeline. BIG news, to be honest… so watch this space.

In the meantime look after yourselves and each other. And remember that if someone says they’re “alright”, they might not be. We all need a little help from time to time.

Until next time, I remain,

Your humble servant.

TCG