The prologue: (cue Frankie Howard)
Here follows a “day in the life” sort of piece concerning my trip to Southampton to collect samples for my PhD. The time stamps are when I started writing each section and I am leaving it written as-was for full effect. All photos are shamelessly nicked from Millie Watts’ and the BOSCORF’s twitter feed. For more information on BOSCORF see their website here and follow them on twitter @ and my guide for the day Millie @. Right, onward!
And so begins my long day there and back to Southampton. Except my day actually began at about half past midnight when I woke up, peered across at my alarm clock, saw the top of the digits over the stack of books on my bedside table, panicked, then checked my phone to confirm that what could have been an eight was actually a zero. Such is the life of the highly strung academic. Putting on a long, rambling YouTube video was enough to send me back to the land of nod until my alarm woke me up at Six. Waiting for my taxi outside the flat, I heard the dawn chorus despite the mist.
I indulge in two things when I go to the railway station, one is taxi cabs (either there, back or both depending on the time of day) and large drinks from the station’s coffee shop (ha, ha, no free advertisement for you here! As they say, other publications are available). And after the newsagent nearly tried to charge me fifteen pounds for my magazine and getting my hot drink, I shuffled off down the platform to find my seat on the train (a Great Western with slam-door carriages, not quite as old school as Northern Rail’s Pacer stock but certainly possessing more charm). Speaking of trains, I recommend to you the currently-on-iplayer episode of Panorama concerning the UK’s current sorry state of train affairs.
The train’s filling up already (because of course it is) but I now have time to reflect upon the day’s tasks, which to the average person sounds a bit off. Trotting off down to Southampton to the National Oceanographic Centre (specifically BOSCORF) to collect some North Atlantic marine core samples for my work. Additional tasks include a shed load (which is an SI unit of measure and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise) of writing to be getting on with. Train journeys, I find, can be ideal writing environments, not least because of the lack of readily available internet (must. resist. checking. for. free. WiFi). All being well I may manage to hash out a good few hundred to a thousand words today. As the sign on a local Chinese Restaurant genuinely says; Win-Win.
Work word count: 414
The train is getting increasingly busy as we pass through the stations onto Cardiff. I am somewhat concerned that what I have written for work thus far is less scientific, academic journal material than it is slightly rambling, single author monograph. We shall see. The fog is even thicker now than it was back in Swansea, probably something to do with the damp farmland around here between Bridgend and Cardiff.
Work word count: 465
On train two of two on the way to Southampton. I had to have one of those awkward “excuse me you’re in my seat” moments with the person next to me because of course I did, it wouldn’t be train travel in Britain without it. For some reason the train is just, sitting, here despite the fact it should have left at half past the hour. It’s probably waiting for another delayed connecting train to come in but dear goodness, if they keep up that trend the entire rail network would end up delayed!
Turns out the train ahead of us hasn’t cleared the line… for whatever reason. Dear me I deeply dislike being late for things, especially if I do everything in a timely manner and the reason ends up beyond my control. On the plus side for people still boarding the train if they were running late this morning they’re in luck to be sure.
Finally, at 8:39:30 we’re off!
[No further posts were written because the day was so busy when I finally got to Southampton half an hour later than planned.]
Word count: the same
Powerpoint slides for Tuesday: almost updated.
Very little should be able to dampen my mood right now but by golly, former British Rail is having a good old go at it. The train out from Southampton Central was running late and got to Reading just as the doors on the Swansea train closed. Despite the obvious situation, after 40 agonising seconds the train pulled out without us who needed to get to Wales. Cue a half an hour wait and now a further wait in the train at the station as they wait for a connecting train (how nice of them! Wish the previous train had waited for us… grumble, grumble, ad nauseum). When we’re actually on the move I’ll be in a better mood to wax lyrical about my day. (Also, oh goody, someone near me on the train smells like a brewery… this isn’t going to be a pleasant stint…)
Word count: the same
Powerpoint slides for Tuesday: Completed.
There is something about trains that provoke productivity. Possibly it’s the knowledge that there is no alternative stimulation or seating arrangement for a good few hours so you jolly well better make the most of it.
In light of making the most of it lets summarise my eventful first visit to the National Oceanographic Centre at Southampton. Approaching from the wharf side past container ships and a cruise ship you don’t fully appreciate the sheer size of NOCS. Laid out spectographically (yes really) with colour coded “nodes” denoting different sections it’s a rabbit warren that I’m glad I didn’t need to navigate by myself. BOSCORF, my destination for the day is separate from the main building and consists of the refrigerated core store with enough space for 5 km of core it is currently overstocked with more than 8 km of core, and a suite of prep and analysis equipment. For most people just the suite of equipment would make them as Charlie was in the Chocolate Factory but for me the best was yet to come in the cores that had been laid out for me.
There is an austere beauty to sediment cores, especially marine sediment cores with their pale fauns, muted greys, deep blacks and sandy browns. A particularly stunning example is BOSCORF’s so called Butterfly Core which contains a clump of mud that had rolled in such a way that layers had formed all different coloured horizons. When it was split and the structure was revealed it looked like a swallowtail butterfly.
For those who may consider mud to be “mud” these cores from the North Atlantic will change your mind and then some. First off, what a geologist means when they say “mud” is not the same as the mud you find in your back garden when it rains and the soil turns to soup. Mud is a grain size, far smaller than sand grains, usually made of clay minerals and finely ground rock flour. It is so fine grained it can take months to settle to the sea floor and a single centimetre of mud can represent decades of deposition.
Sub-sampling the cores is a fiddly procedure but satisfying when it works. You only even work on half of a core that is taken. When it is recovered it is split and half becomes an archive section while the other half is the working section that you can sample from. Knowing there’s still a pristine half left is small comfort when you bugger things up so badly your past-self cringes with embracement from the middle of last week. Luckily I had an excellent guide through the process (thanks Millie!) and the mainly fine grained nature of the important bits of the core made it easier to sample.
You know how if you’re down at the beach and you’re making sand castles, if you get the water to sand mix wrong it doesn’t form a nice solid castle shape after a gentle spade tap but a collapsed blob or a powdery lump? That is the fear as you pull the plastic casing up from the sediment and hope and pray that the sample comes with it and not flop out on the top of the rest of the core. Luckily no such mishaps befell me except for a near miss that was quickly dealt with by a quick thinking Millie and a new piece of cheese wire.
Word count: 512
At Cardiff. Had it not been for the delays I would be seeing the lights of the Liberty stadium on the outskirts of Swansea-land instead of the inside of Cardiff station. I guess the biggest question is when did I turn into someone who looked forward to bed time? (Granted I’ve been up since 6 and worked at least a 12 hour day so maybe the desire for bed is justified?).
The rest of the NOCS is basically everything you ever wanted in a nationally funded research facility, more labs with more equipment than you know what to do with, dozens of people all about the place, a canteen with a view of the harbour and a knee high door labelled B. Baggins (yes, they have a hobbit hole in the blue node, and it made me very, very happy). One of the lovely things about big research facilities is the diversity of work being done and the somewhat pleasingly utilitarian architecture. We even noised through the door of one of the newly refurbished teaching labs to see a class learning about geological maps. Truly, I was with my people today! Sometimes being a geologist in a geography department feels like being the classical music reporter to Rolling Stone magazine, there’s a definite connection but the chord progressions are totally different. (Hush, it’s neatly 10 O’clock and I’m tired, I can’t be expected to always come out with witty metaphors).
I had to wonder whether my enthusiasm was coming off as disingenuous (and I told Millie the same) but I genuinely was getting excited by the things I was seeing and the ideas we were having as I met people over lunch and in BOSCORF. A friend of mine said that when he reached the end of his PhD he found that he had loads of new questions he wanted to investigate if only he could get the opportunity. One key advantage of my work is that I basically recycle other people’s previous samples. Don’t forget that each core section, which is about 1.5 m long at most probably cost on average £1000 to recover on a research cruise so you might as well get the most from them. Contained within BOSCORF is multiple academic careers worth of possible investigations including more than enough tephra deposits for me to be getting on with for now!
Another big thank you must be extended once again to Millie and the BOSCORF team for hosting me and letting me make use of their samples, some of which are still under limited external use agreements. I needed no persuasion at all to take up the offer of returning to BOSCORF soon but first to analysis the samples I have taken today, that will be enough work to get on with for a little while!
This is losttimelady_PhD signing off at 22:03.
The samples and I made it safely back to Swansea and soon they shall be getting zapped in the X-ray machine.
If you read this far, thanks!