I of course could not resist popping by in Tromsø when I would be so near, so that explains the previous blogpost. I had a great week in Tromsø with my old friends, but the time inevitably came to take the Hurtigbåt to Harstad, where Rob would pick me up. I walked from the Hurtigbat quay to the parking lot, looking for dark British cars, when I saw a silhouette moving in something that might be just that. Rob! It was good to see him again, and a small relief since we had figured out my phone refused contact with him. But it had worked out!
My goodbye to Tromsø: the Hurtigbåt
We had some errands to accomplish, and it was quite a drive, so we had time to catch up. The work was going quite well! And over pretty Lofoten we drove to a camping on a fjord head, where we met Wil. We had time for a quick lunch, and then we were off! They had worked hard ever since they set off from Arundel, and they did not plan to stop now. Into the field! They had cored a transect, and wanted more. We first had to get past the road works though; there was only one road to our marsh, of course, and they were repairing it at countless places, and we were stuck waiting for a while until big diggers and bulldozers had thrown enough gravel in a deep hole so we could pass.
Our view for a while! And I want a digger like that...
We got there, in the end. So we cored on! As it was not my fieldwork they were chivalrous enough to do the coring themselves, while I wrote the notes. And we nailed a transect more. Not bad for a day that started so early (Rob had driven Roland to the airport in the middle of the night, and had not had more than a quick kip in the car since) but ended up in the field so late. It did not rain the entire time, and we had a herd of reindeer play tag on the other side of the tidal channel. I’ve never seen them so frivolous!
Wil and Rob set up the GPS
Rob working hard after a long day in the field
The next morning we wanted to be on our marsh in time to catch the high tide, so we were off before 8. And this day we rocked. We set up the GPS, cored yet another transect, cored with the big barrel too to take some sediment home, which meant that Rob had to jump on the core handle a lot, which is exhausting; surveyed the whole lot, took surface samples, dug a monolith pit, which meant Rob was getting down and dirty, took monoliths, dug another monolith pit, with Rob getting even wetter and filthier and sweatier and more exhausted, took more monoliths, and carried all the stuff back to the car. All in continuous rain. We managed all this before 7, which was good; the day had been long enough as it was, and this way we had a sense of achievement. We had to wait extra long for the road work guys, but we got home before 9, where we hung out Rob’s wet clothes (he had worked hardest and dirtiest, and in the least waterproofs), and then did all necessary things as cooking, processing data, repacking monoliths and the lot. I got to bed before midnight...
Just a pretty picture of a wet plant (Rhinanthus serotinus, to be precise)
Rob jumping a large barrelled corer into the ground
Can't go without a band pic!
Our marsh at high tide
The ladies' room
Rob getting close to science
Our view for a while, after a very long day in the field... what can you do.
The next morning we got up a bit later. Luckily; the men were close to exhaustion. Today we would core an isolation basin. The idea of these is that they are a sort of valleys with a sill at the lower end, and with high sea level they would be submerged. If sea level drops they get cut off, and become lakes or ponds, and may get filled in. If you can date the moment they got cut off from the sea you have a sea level index point. And if you have several you can do a rough reconstruction of sea level behaviour in the region. And we wanted to do that. Roland had, while still with this fieldwork, identified a series of small isolation basins, and they had already done some preliminary coring. We would do this properly.
Our alleged isolation basin was overlooked by a raibowy peak when we got there
In good weather we set up the GPS, and started coring. Coring is damn hard work, and it involved a lot of a tired Rob jumping up and down on the core handle to get it down. And if you want to take the sediments home it gets worse; then you need a bigger and bulkier gauge. In the meantime the weather got colder and wetter. We went from the upper alleged basin down to the sill of the lower. We did not see what we wanted to see, though. And standing in the bog in the pouring rain at the presumed sill we poked it with metal bits, and decided it wasn’t a proper sill, but just a lumpy ridge of coarse glacial sediments. Useless! A day wasted, basically. So we decided to survey all of that in, and then bugger off, to think of our next move. And at the last point of interest the GPS refused. Great. We were off...
Setting up the GPS in the sun...
...and taking it down in the rain.
This day we would eat out. Nice! Someone else to do the cooking and the dishes. And the camping a pub/restaurant also had wireless. Rob managed two main courses before having dessert. And this time we manage to be in bed early.
Rob attacking his second plate of deer stew
The next day was moving day; the cabin we were in was booked by somebody else, so we would move to something that was better, but also further away. Rob would work in the field while Wil and I did the moving, which had us drive from the rain to the sunshine, and that sunshine would not leave us that day! When we were done we joined Rob and rooted around in the mud some more before going to our new accommodation. Roomy, great view, drying room, bed sheets, all you could want! And wireless internet. Good for nerds. And good for the phoneless; my phone had been a bit erratic the last days, but now it refused any service. Not practical!
The view from the balcony of our new place - not bad!
I cooked a meal, trying to use up as many of the tins of food Wil had bought on the way to Norway as emergency food; I managed 7 tins, which was half. It turned out quite a good chilli! We even finished it. Then it was time for some nerding on the couch. Try internet, watch some TV, that sort of things. I am not too fond of ogling random nonsense so when I was done with what I wanted to do online I went to bed, leaving two zombies in front of the TV.
The next morning, as glorious as the previous afternoon, we would first check out another marsh the men had found, so we drove all the way, and had a look. Rob had his doubts, but we went to the nearest house to ask for permission anyway. An amiable old lady opened the door, and told me the story of her life. In between all the decennia of adventures I managed to squeeze in the permission question, which was hampered by probably both my pronunciation and her hearing; I said we were interested in the “myr”, and it took me a while to convince her it was not a “mur” I was after. But we found out whose it was, what he used it for, and where he lived. Rob, however, decided against it; it did not have a good low marsh, and the higher bits had been disturbed for hay making. So we drove off, and focussed on the two marshes we had already worked on. Then the usual drive home, meal, internet, bed.
Pretty flower on the marsh we abandoned
Photogenic green crab in "the" marsh
Lots of gastropods seeking higher ground
The other marsh we worked on. Lovely view!
I was there too!
The beds were really comfy! I want to take one home. So I woke refreshed to a somewhat cloudy day, had some coffee, and waved the men, who would do some last field things, goodbye. I had a very useful morning drinking coffee, blogging, washing some clothes, categorising fieldwork pictures, sending useful emails, and finishing my taxonomy attempt, until the men returned. I'm getting the hang of this! No more do rustsivaks, flatsivaks and pollsivaks (I use a Norwegian flora) have any secrets for me! I think. Anyway. The men returned, with half a marsh (Wil is known for not holding back when it comes to quantity) and we started packing. We properly wrapped all the material; some of it had been only preliminarily wrapped in the field, and some had been done in the pouring rain which is not good for labelling or the adhesive quality of tape, so we had some improvement to do. And then the cleaning and packing and whatnot.
Packing on the veranda
Rob cooked us a Goodbye Wil dinner, after which it soon was bed time. In the middle of the night I heard Rob drive away to deliver Wil to the airport. The initial idea had been that the next day would be rest, which Rob dearly deserved, but there had been an order from the Boss himself we should go to the most remote marsh, and set up a benchmark there, for later use. But that would be more than 2 hours driving, setup, 4 hours calibrating, and then more than two hours back. There goes your day of rest! But so be it.
Rob and I are an excellent team, so we had quite a relaxed last field day. The weather was nice too, so I had a pleasant stroll over the marsh while Rob was working in the car. Wil had texted some last request for a sample from that marsh, but that was a bit late as we had only loaded GPS equipment. So that did not go very well, and then it was a wrap! We drove home, loaded the car back up, which was a bigger challenge than I had expected: it’s a massive car, but Wil’s sampling strategies tend to focus on quantity, and so does his packing of private stuff, so the car almost went through its suspension when we had chucked it all in. Ah well. We’d see how that would go. But now it was time for some last internet, and then beer and relaxation! And tomorrow back to beloved Tromsø!
So how will I remember this fieldwork? I don't know yet! It was a strange one in the sense that I was only an extra pair of hands. But so was I in Portugal. In Portugal, however, I had pulled all my weight, worked myself intro exhaustion, made important decisions, and I had learned not to do that again. So now I was a proper assistant. In that way you learn less, but you keep your energy for your own work afterwards. And this fieldwork could do with someone with some energy to spare... and by being the outsider you do observe people as they are without your interference. And beside the psychology and the geography, I just had a chance to be in my beloved Norway! And it was beautiful!