The sophisticated dark-age people you never knew
The people who lived in
Orkney, Scotland 5,000 years ago were extremely sophisticated – as Stephen
Missang discovers first-hand when he tries to learn the skills they used to
survive.
The
clouds passing over the island of Papa Westray graciously withheld their rain
as I piled together dry wood, grass and seaweed. Setting a small pocket of dry
thistle into the center, I got to work with a handmade kit made up of two
sticks, a reed bow and a bivalve shell – trying to convert muscle power into
friction and friction into fire. If I could make enough heat to generate an
ember, I have to transport it quickly into the thistle floss, where it could smolder.
I just had been trained in how to make fire as prehistoric people would have.
But
so far, it was not going well.
It
is humbling to a 21st-Century denizen to realize he lacks the dexterity of a
human born some 5,000 years ago. But a journey like mine quickly teaches that
those we might call “primitive” today were in fact impressively skilled,
inventive and cultured.
I
was on a lonely wilderness mission through the Orkney Islands, an archipelago
located off the northern coast of Scotland, to explore how people lived in a
time before even the Egyptian pyramids or Stonehenge were built. But the first
surprise is that – as shown in Orkney, where recent discoveries literally are rewriting our books on
prehistory – these ancient Britons were far from “cavemen.”
a
sophisticated society,” said Nick Card, senior project manager at the Orkney
Research Centre for Archaeology. “They had religion. They
appreciated art. They built and decorated their homes. And they formed
communities with complex class structures.
“In
an age before metals, these people managed to quarry stone, dig ditches, manage
farms and erect stone circles like those around the Ness of Brodgar. Once you begin to
understand the achievements of these people, nothing they did will surprise
you.”
While
prehistoric Britons learned these skills in order to survive, the pressure on
me to master some of the same tasks was self-induced. My life was in no danger.
The quiet, lush and green landscape of Papa Westray only covers about 3.5
miles, and as it has a population of around 75 people, I never was more than a
manageable walk away from help if I made a genuine mess of it.
Those we might call 'primitive' today were
in fact impressively skilled, inventive and cultured.
As
I had learned that morning from Malcolm Handoll – Papa Westray resident,
environmentalist and bushcraft instructor at Five Senses
Eco-Tours – I also had time on my side. He had told me
about the survival ‘Rules of Three’: if facing threatening conditions, a human
being has three minutes to find breathable air, three hours to find warmth and
shelter, three days to find water and three weeks to find food. My test was
only for the day.
Still,
I wanted to do this right and avoid shortcuts. That meant losing my shoes for
the day and abounding all technology. After a couple of hours of training that
morning with Handoll, I was on my own. Fortunately, the spot I had chosen along
the shoreline helped. The rock shelves facing the sea offered natural shelter
and ideal angles to protect my fire from the wind. I was only a minute’s walk
from streams and edible plants inland, while tidal pools in the other direction
promised a foraging bonanza.
Now,
Back on Papa Westray, I was surprised by my first accomplishment: the early
stages of a successful fire. Generating hot ash from my seemingly endless
grinding of wood against wood, I gently placed a tiny, surging glow into the
thistle-down cocoon that would swaddle the ember until it matured enough for
its move into the kindling. Gentle puffs of breath sent wisps of smoke back to
my nostrils, signalling the immediate need to lower the minuscule conflagration
into the kindling.
“They
were masters of fire,” Handoll said. “They could create it, preserve it,
transport it and share it. They had a constant source of warmth and a steady
food supply thanks to farming, hunting, fishing and foraging. It was the mastery
of their environment that allowed them the concept of organised, communal,
surplus time – time to erect standing stones, time to create, time to be
social.”
Handoll
and Five Senses allow travellers to experience life under similar conditions as
people would have in Neolithic Orkney: without electricity, modern technology
or even shoes.
“Standing
out in the wild, without shoes, their phones taken away from them – it scares
the hell out of them at first,” Handoll told me of his clients. “But as they
learn new skills and work together, they become more genuinely social again and
begin to understand that learning how people lived in the past can help them
make sense of how we’re living today.”
My
experience of Neolithic life so far seemed less than sensible or social, but I
had my fire slowly building. Now adequate for providing warmth, it was time to
put the blaze to work cooking.
While Neolithic humans farmed and hunted, I only had time for a bit of foraging. The tide was heading out along the edges of Papa Westray, revealing fresh pickings in the rich sea water pools. Limpets – essentially sea snails tucked into a shell about the size of a 50p coin – studded every rock. While their protein seemed like easy pickings, they adhered to the stones with a ferocity evolved through the ages.
While Neolithic humans farmed and hunted, I only had time for a bit of foraging. The tide was heading out along the edges of Papa Westray, revealing fresh pickings in the rich sea water pools. Limpets – essentially sea snails tucked into a shell about the size of a 50p coin – studded every rock. While their protein seemed like easy pickings, they adhered to the stones with a ferocity evolved through the ages.
To
harvest a limpet, the gatherer must choose a flat, thick rock to knock the
limpet free of its anchoring and into the waiting water. But the harvester gets
only one chance. Misfire and leave the limpet in place, and the creature
chemically welds itself to its perch. It will not be moved until the tide
returns.
According
to Julie Gibson, head archaeologist for the Orkney Islands Council, communities
developed here 5,000 years ago precisely so they would not have to worry about
finding food.
“Neolithic
Orkney had a unique position,” Gibson said. “The North Atlantic drift created a
more mild climate. The soil was very fertile. And the isolated region protected
the people from invasion.”
That
protection gave the Neolithic population time to build sites like Skara Brae –
a well-preserved village which was unearthed over the last 160 years. The
Unesco World Heritage site revealed homes, workshops and other structures that
yielded endless insights into how the village inhabitants lived.
“Geophysics
suggest Skara Brae was probably two or three times the size of what we see
today,” Gibson said. But, she added, “Significant finds of Orkney archaeology
are eroding into the sea constantly due to natural processes – making our
ongoing archaeological work all the more urgent.”
Leaving
quite a few irritated, but stationary limpets waiting for the sea’s return, I
eventually gained enough dexterity to harvest a handful. They waited in a pouch
while I gathered fresh well water, a few root vegetables and whatever herbs I
could identify. That recipe collection begged a simple question: Could I
prepare a simple, hot Neolithic meal?
With
the sun setting and the temperature dropping, I made sure my fire was healthy
and secure. I stockpiled dry fuel so the flames would burn into the night.
While I still had enough fading sun to see what I was doing, I placed a
period-proper, fired earthenware pot Handoll had provided atop my fire and
filled it with water and my foraged ingredients.
After
an hour of boiling shelled limpets, vegetables and fresh herbs, I ended up with
a bland mixture of rubbery snails and half-cooked turnips. Neither chefs of
today or from 5,000 years ago would be impressed.
Learning how people lived in the past can
help them make sense of how we are living today.
I
didn’t care. I was cold. I was hungry. So, I ate it – with burgeoning respect
for the men and women who no doubt took everything I had to work with that day
on Papa Westray and managed a better meal, and a better life, with all of it.
As
night fell and a blanket of constellations rolled out in an Orkney sky
unfettered by light pollution, I sat in my rocky shelter, exhausted, filthy and
reeking of smoke and sea spray. Still, I was warm, fed and watered – all thanks
to my own labour and Handoll’s instruction.
I
felt a modest connection to some nameless Orkney man of 50 centuries ago who
may have sat beside his own fire, staring up at largely the same stars.
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