Now don't get me wrong here, when you find something it is brilliant. Reactions vary from a quiet, smug sense of self-satisfaction, to air-punching glory. However, for the most part you won't be finding anything at all. You will spend 99% of the day be crawling along with your arse in the air, searching the ground like you lost a contact lens.
|Roger Close takes a closer look at a boulder.|
So what I'm basically saying, is that despite the glamourous image of Dr Grant and Dr Satler brushing sand off the perfectly articulated claw-festooned raptor in the hot desert sun, the truth of palaeontology (in Skye anyway, and in many other places) is a long tedious visual scouring of rocks that mostly results in nothing, or at best teensy little jaws and teeth that are important to science, but don't make a Hollywood blockbuster.
Tenacity is the name of the game, and if you have it, it pays off.