Wednesday 23 June 2021

Great Ocean Road running challenge - mission accomplished!


Last night I had the strangest dream
I sailed away to China
In a little rowboat to find ya
And you said you had to get your laundry clean
Didn't want no one to hold you, what does that mean?
And you said:

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down
Oh no! I got to keep on moving
Ain't nothin' gonna break-a my stride
I'm runnin' and I won't touch ground
Oh no! I got to keep on moving

You're on a roll and now you pray it lasts
The road behind was rocky
But now you're feeling cocky
You look at me and you see in your past
Is that the reason why you're runnin' so fast?
And she said:

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down
Oh no! I got to keep on moving
Ain't nothin' gonna break-a my stride
I'm runnin' and I won't touch ground
Oh no! I got to keep on moving

(Never let another girl like you)
Work me over
(Never let another girl like you)
Drag me under
(If I meet another girl like you)
I will tell her
(Never want another girl like you)
Have to say, oh!

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down
Oh no! I got to keep on moving
Ain't nothin' gonna break-a my stride
I'm runnin' and I won't touch ground
Oh no! I got to keep on moving

Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
Nobody gonna slow me down
Oh no! I got to keep on moving
Ain't nothin' gonna break-a my stride
I'm runnin' and I won't touch ground
Oh no! I got to keep on moving.

Sunday 20 June 2021

Great Ocean Road running challenge - Port Campbell to Nirranda


I've reached Port Campbell, some 117 miles into my epic journey.  Port Campbell was settled in the 1870s, and named after Captain Alexander Campbell, a whaler and colonist.  Today it is described as "a colourful and lively seaside village, home to plenty of vibrant shops and galleries to explore, with an atmosphere of a safe haven on the edge of wild nature".  To get here, I've had to run past the Loch Ard Gorge, named after a three-masted clipper built in 1873 (which itself was named after the Scottish lake Loch Ard.)  The ship left for Australia in 1878 with a cargo full of luxury items, reaching the Australian coast after a three month voyage.  Sailing into thick fog, the Captain came in far too close to the coastline, becoming yet another ship to hit the reef and break apart in these waters.  Of the 37 crew and 17 passengers, there were only two survivors (Tom Pearce and Eva Carmichael), alongside a porcelain peacock model that amazingly survived intact ,and is now on display at the Flagstaff Maritime Museum in Warnambool - it is estimated that the model has a value of around AUD$4,000,000. 

Loch Ard Gorge

From this disaster, the gorge gets its name, as the cliffs on each side provide a lookout over the shipwreck site.  From here one can see Mutton Bird Island, which hosts some 12,000 mutton birds through the Australian spring and summer.  a short walk from the gorge is the Tom and Eva lookout, which once looked over the Island Arch limestone rock formation, until its collapse in 2009.  Now only two large pillars remain, which have been appropriately named Tom and Eva.

Beyond Port Campbell, I pass a series of natural rock formations, including London Bridge, a stunning natural promontory which spectacularly collapsed in 1990, leaving a chunk of land isolated in the ocean.  Two unfortunate tourists where on the far side of the land when it collapsed, and had to wait hours for a helicopter rescue.  Juicy rumours then began to circulate in the press that the couple of strandees were actually conducting an affair in this isolated spot, and that the collapse of the land blew their cover in explosive style.  This stretch of coastline is also home to a feature known as The Grotto, a sinkhole, cave and archway rolled into one.  I like the sound of the Grotto - from sea-level, you can look straight through the archway and observe the calm, clear waters of the rock pools, in complete contrast to the crashing ocean waves sitting just behind.

London Bridge
The Grotto

Moving on ever westwards, I run through the fishing and holiday village of Peterborough, before reaching the Bay of Islands, a 20-mile stretch of coastline offering astounding ocean views, where the Southern Ocean has carved spectacular rock stacks and sheltered bays.  Here, I'm in an Aboriginal cultural landscape, where age-old traditions are still practiced, and the community's strong connection to the land and water is maintained.  This part of the coastline is also home to the rare black-faced cormorant, as well as some unusual flora, such as the sun orchid and spider orchid.

The Bay of Islands

I finally crawl into the tiny settlement of Nirranda, a mere 15 miles from my finish line.  In the course of my virtual run, I've achieved a sense of what this stretch of coastline is all about - it speaks loudly of the power of nature and the sheer force of the Southern Ocean, be it through its easy ability to down ships on a whim, or to erode mighty cliffs into dust.  Living here - be you human, plant or animal - requires a certain amount of tenacity, perseverance, and a will to keep going.  In this sense, I feel like this matches my own resolve to run this challenge, to hop upon the treadmill day-after-day, each time chipping off a little piece of my total - it's almost as if the challenge is the Australian coastline, and my trainers are the ocean.  That's certainly my mindset as I head into my last week, knowing that with each passing mile, a mighty chunk of the remaining road falls away.  I've got to complete this run by Saturday 26 June, at which point I'm going to raise a beer and have my own virtual party - see you all in Allansford!

Monday 14 June 2021

The Archaeology Files - Hod Hill

Date of visit: 1 March 2020
Location: 3 miles north west of Blandford Forum, Dorset
Time period: Iron Age, c.800 BC to AD 43 (incorporating later Roman fortifications)
Type of site: Iron Age hillfort with Roman earthwork remains
Photos: Hod Hill site visit photo album 

Hod Hill sits, like its twin hillfort Hambledon Hill, in the peaceful Dorset countryside, commanding a significant vista over its immediate hinterland.  On first impressions, the hill must be high, for it is an exasperating climb to its 68-metre (223 feet) summit, made all-the-harder by thick, deep mud, which clings to your boots, and makes each step a struggle.  I've come here on an early March day, following on from a tremendously wet winter, and many of the surrounding fields are flooded.  Of course, weather like this would not have bothered the original inhabitants of the hillfort, who would have had little need to regularly traverse the steep slopes, but for the amateur archaeologist and enthusiastic visitor, the earthen trackway leading up to the hillfort entrance makes for a perilous expedition.

Aerial photo of Hod Hill, showing the extent of the Roman fort in the north west corner of the hillfort

The literature will tell you that Hod Hill, at 22 hectares, is the largest hillfort in Dorset.  I suppose they've done the maths on this, but I can't say it feels anywhere near the size of Maiden Castle, as I trudge across its sheep-filled interior.  Maybe it's because the site is more square in shape, making up in width what it lacks in length, compared to its famous Dorchester sister.  Hod Hill follows the general trend of all hillforts, being occupied by the fifth century BC (possibly earlier) and growing in population so that by the first century BC, its interior would have been covered by possibly hundreds of round huts, laid out in a rudimentary grid system.  Here lived people of the Durotrige tribe, who inhabited what we now call Dorset and were, in my opinion, Britain's master hillfort builders.  There are some mighty earth ramparts around the perimeter of this hillfort, which given the elevation of the site, is perhaps surprising, and suggests a paranoia amongst the population - which, to be fair, turned out to be entirely justified.  I'm not going to discount the idea that some of the purpose of the ramparts was to discourage livestock from escaping - the steep hill here would make it very difficult and time-consuming to recapture escaped animals.

Hod Hill - external ditch and ramparts

Most hillforts appear to have been abandoned before the Roman invasion of AD 43, but at Hod Hill there is evidence of some resistance to the Roman Army, where eleven Roman ballista bolts have been recovered, apparently trained on one high-status round house, which is sometimes known as the "Chieftain's hut".  It brings an uneasy feeling to mind, for here at Hod is the real impact of the Roman invasion, at least for those who resisted the invading force - men, woman, children and families doing their best to defend themselves and their home against a vastly superior military force which, after all, appeared on these shores without invitation.  So far, no evidence has been discovered for a big massacre at Hod Hill, but archaeological investigation does show that there was a rapid abandonment of round houses when the Romans arrived - so perhaps the population surrendered and were allowed to leave, but only in a hurry.

So if this is the case, why were they made to leave so quickly?  It was the responsibility of the Roman Legio II Augusta, under the control of the future Emperor Vespasian, to pacify the Durotriges and seize the hillforts in this part of the country.  After Hod Hill was pacified and its occupants removed, the legion saw in the site an excellent strategic point, most likely due to its proximity to the River Stour, a trading route and potential military supply line.  Consequentially, a fort was built within the parameter of the hillfort, centred on the north west corner of the site, to house a Legionary cohort (of around 500 men) and cavalry detachment (about 250 men - but imagine getting horses up-and-down this hill.)  What makes this particularly fascinating is that the earthworks associated with the Roman fort still survive very clearly, especially in aerial photographs - although I found the site harder to interpret on the ground.  As it happens, the Legionary cohort didn't stay here very long, abandoning the site in AD 51 as military priorities changed, and Legio II Augusta turned its sights further west, to the Dumnonii tribe, whose capital sat at what we now call Exeter.

View from within the Roman section of the hillfort, looking east towards the Roman fortification - see below for photo location 

Plan of Hod Hill showing location of above photo (source: British History online)

At Hod Hill, the Durotriges left behind one of the iconic archaeological sites in the landscape of the south west.  I talk fairly frequently about the atmosphere you can sometimes perceive in ancient places, and Hod Hill is another one of these.  On my visit, the weather rolled in quickly, dusk took an early turn, and it started to rain when I was at the farthest and most exposed part of the hillfort.  It felt eerie and almost uncomfortable at that point, like a sudden bout of agoraphobia, mixed with a general perception that I was on foreign ground, somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.  Maybe it's just because I was the only person up there, or perhaps the weight of ancientness and history somehow got inside of me, but once I felt it, I was fairly quick to leave.  Regardless of this, Hod Hill is a unique place, and having the chance to explore the site has fulfilled a longing that's been smouldered in me for many years.

Wednesday 9 June 2021

Great Ocean Road running challenge - Apollo Bay to the 12 Apostles

In between becoming a new dad, I've been getting on with my running challenge, even though I've not been able to blog as frequently as possible.  I've been moving on though, heading ever west towards my final destination, the town of Allansford.


Fifty-six miles into my route, I arrive at Apollo Bay, a town surrounded by rainforest plateau and rugged coastline.  This part of Australia tells a dark tale of the Gadubanud Tribe, indigenous people who were wiped out in the late 1800s, with the arrival of white settlers.  The story goes that a surveyor, George D Smythe, led an expedition into Gadubanud territory, in order to arrest a warrior called Meenee Meenee (the only Gadubanud person named in documentary sources), who was wanted for killing one of Smythe's men, James Conroy.  Smythe's expedition included members of the Wathaurung people, and when the party came across Gadubanud people at the mouth of the Aire River, they massacred them with guns and tomahawks, in what became known as the Blanket Bay Massacre.  Further attacks followed, with the consequence that the Gadubanud were completely destroyed.

The whole of the Great Ocean Road is a shipwreck-spotter's paradise, and Apollo Bay is no different.  Here lies the wreck of the SS Casino, sunk in 1932 as it approached the town's pier in heavy swells.  The boat struck the seabed several times in trying to reach the pier, before the Captain attempted to beach the ship as a last resort.  At this moment, the ship tilted and capsized.  Locals scrabbled to help the stricken vessel, including a heroic farmer who rode his horse into the surf, but in reality they could do little to help those on board.  Ten of the 17-strong crew perished, and it was later discovered that the ship anchor's fluke had pierced the hull, causing the ship to sink.  The wreck is now a diving site, and part of the Underwater Discovery Trail.

The SS Casino

Moving on from Apollo Bay, about 13 miles west I hit the most southerly point of the trail, punctuated by the glorious Cape Otway Lighthouse.  Known as "the Beacon of Hope," Cape Otway was the second lighthouse ever built on mainland Australia, and is Victoria's oldest working lighthouse.  Since its decommission in 1994, the light has been replaced with low-powered solar bulbs, emitting three white flashes every 18 seconds.  Nowadays, it's a popular vantage point for whale watching during the winter months, as migrating whales swim very close to the shore here.  In addition to a stunning lighthouse, the road here gives way to the Otway Ranges, now part of the Great Otway National Park, which stretches from Torquay to Princetown (sounds a bit like Dartmoor, right?)  The Ranges are known for their diverse landscape, with tall forests, fern gullies, waterfalls, lakes and rainforest.  Around 106 million years ago, the coastline here was part of the Antarctic Circle, and home to the unique Leaellynasaura and Timimus dinosaurs.  Nowadays it's home to kangaroos, echidnas, platypus and koala. 

Cape Otway lighthouse

Clocking off another 30-odd miles, I arrive in the town of Princetown, and the opportunity to see one of the great natural wonders of Australia, the 12 Apostles.  These magnificent limestone stacks were formed by twenty million years of erosion, separated from the mainlaind by the slow, steady work of the Southern Ocean.  The 12 Apostles were originally named The Sow and Piglets by British explorer George Bass in 1798, but were renamed in 1922 as the 12 Apostles, even though there were only nine stacks.  Two of these have since collapsed, and it is expected that eventually all will be lost to the ocean, although new ones will be expected to form.  It's a reminder that the coastline here is an ever-evolving feature.

The 12 Apostles

Thursday 3 June 2021

Welcome to my world (built with you in mind)

I'm delighted to let the world know that, a few weeks ago, we welcomed little William John Turner into the world.  I'm utterly relieved to say that both William and Lizzie are fine - Lizzie's recovering well from the trauma of childbirth, and William is feeding, sleeping, pooping and screaming in all the ways a little baby should.  Schnitzel, meanwhile, is being the perfect big sister - curious and patient in equal measures, with enough concern for our new arrival to cast the occasional eye over him and make sure everything's ok.  Schnitz's routine has been well-and-truly thrown out over the last few weeks, so we've been making a concerted effort to make sure she knows she's an important and loved part of our family too.

I've been able to take six weeks' paternity leave, which is a brilliant amount of time to be given, and has enabled us to find some sort of new normal, as well as allowing us to find our feet as a family.  We've actually got out-and-about over the last few weeks, including walks in Teignmouth, Babbacombe, Torquay, and Ashburton, and we've already found that William loves a pram ride - I think he enjoys the bumps and rhythm of the pavement.  Like any new-comer, we need to get to know William, and he us, so that we can build the bonds of love and trust that will eventually last the rest of our lives.  Already we've noticed a few of his quirks and have worked out a few ways to make sure he's settled - every day brings something new, no matter how small.

We've also had a lovely time introducing him to his new family - his grandparents, auntie and uncle, and cousins.  It's fair to say that William has been thoroughly cuddled in his young life, as he's met many of the people that will shape him so much in the years to come.  Others will follow in the course of time - great-grandparents on Lizzie's side of the family (gosh, I wish my grandparents could have met him, and Lizzie's dad too), great aunties and uncles, and a whole plethora of friends mean there are still many more exciting encounters to come.

People have been so kind to us, in many different ways, and from the moment William was born, cards and presents were being pushed through our letterbox and an astonishing rate.  I found the first couple of weeks as a new dad quite emotional, and we have both been deeply touched by people's love and generosity.  The list of people is too long to blog, and we are ever so thankful to absolutely everybody.  But because I haven't seen them in person for so long, I'd like to give a special shout-out of thanks to my crazy work colleagues, who have shown me why I'd struggle to ever work with anybody else again.  Not only did these fabulous balloons arrive with a box of cupcakes:

But then the most beautiful baby book, toys and comforter was delivered (we are just waiting for the photos to be printed!):

And if that wasn't enough, my persistent banging-on about Torquay United Football Club clearly had an effect, because the other day this popped through the letterbox (wouldn't we all William, wouldn't we all!):

So very thoughtful and seriously generous, so thank you so much to Lisa, Lindsay, Megan, Jasmine, Abi, Ali, Dave, Ben, Emma, Julia, Garth, Rob - I can't tell you how much your kindness has meant to Lizzie and I. 

So here I am, a dad (!), looking to the future and wondering what adventures await in the coming years.  I'm sure life's going to be like nothing I could ever have prepared for, so I'll just have to jump onto the rollercoaster, buckle up, and see where it takes us all.