So we had a bit of excavation work done. Our house needed under pinning to fix up the foundations, which meant we had to bring in the big guns and dig down a metre and a half along the front of the house. Everything was going smoothly. It was all quite ordinary until the dog got involved. Of course, rather than keeping her eye on the job she sniffed out a bone or two. Until fragments of a skull started turning up.
Eventually quite a collection was unearthed, including what is obviously a human jaw bone complete with its pearly white. This is when the police were called in.
You never know when you're going to get your photo taken, so it always pays to make sure your teeth are at their best and brightest.
Then more came. Most of the time seemed to be spent confirming it was human. No one trusted anyone else to make the call.
Once everyone agreed it was human forensics were called in, photographs were taken and the remains were whisked away.
Our house is situated on top of a cemetery in operation from 1840 to 1872 (Wesleyan Burial Ground). When the cemetery was decommissioned the remains were taken to Cornelian Bay Cemetery, but obviously they missed a few. Once a few intensive google searches were done they declared it wasn't suspicious and have got the local university to bring some archaeologists over to scout through the rest of the disturbed ground.