The good and the bad we unearthed from Wood Quay
The excavations taught us much about old Dublin, writes Patrick F Wallace, but they also resulted in a culture where the authorities deemed archaeological digs a waste of time
My life changed forever on an April day in 1974, 41 years ago. Dr Joe Raftery moved his folded umbrella from right to left as we stood overlooking the four-acre Wood Quay site and declared: "This is all yours, Pat."
My first impression of the Wood Quay site was of its blackness. Save for the stone wall that bisected the site, the ground was black, with the consistency of drying out sludge.
A wide, L-shaped ledge of made ground which lay along the south east end in the direction of Fishamble Street and John's Lane was what survived of an extensive build-up of early medieval detritus which had been mechanically lowered to the height of the stone wall.