So, I finished reading the Richard III book. If you’re interested in that period of English history, archaeology, or the Ricardian controversy, it’s well worth a read.
There are two points that i (surprisingly) found very moving. The first was when they were digging up the bones. They actually found them when they dug their very first trench on the first day, but at that stage of the dig, they had no idea of their significance. They were just “Skeleton 1” in the excavation of a church, where burials were expected.
When the bones expert came back to it a few days later, she gradually uncovered them, starting with the legs (the foot bones were missing), then the skull. There were only two on that part of the dig, plus a camera man, plus Phillipa Langley, the Richard III fanatic who found the money for the dig. As they uncovered the bones, they started to think it might just be a friar. Langley left for a walk, disappointed.
The bones person left the ribs and back bone for last, because the ribs tend to be the most fragile. It was all going normally, as she uncovered the vertebrae. Then suddenly the next one wasn’t there in the proper place, in a line between the skull and the pelvis.
Then she found it, curving to the side… and another, and another, and then the curve came back to link up to the pelvis…
And sure, they were professionals, doing their job - but the bone digger just stopped and thought to herself: “This is Richard III!”
And the other digger thought “This just went from being an interesting dig to being one of the greatest set of vertebrae ever found - we’ve got to get everything perfect from this point on!”
And the camera man just kept taking pan after pan, thinking “I’ve got to get this before all hell breaks loose.”
A very low-key account, yet moving.