how did this master of slippery bottoms, zombie glaciers and catchy phrases get
to his current position? After completing his Ph.D in Cardiff, he joined BGS in
1990, and now specialises in using structural (macro and micro morphology) to
investigate deformation. He puts down his move 12 years ago into all things
sub-glacial and glacitectonic (deformed by glacial activity) as being down to
two BGS colleagues who asked him innocently enough if he could look at some
thin sections of glacial sediments. And cue – release of the inner child! “So
why’s that then”, “So what’s that” were apparently common phrases during his
initiation into the world of ice – now it’s a phrase that his Ph.D students are
very used to him asking of them!
|Emrys and Andrew Finlayson working (admiring the view) on Falljokull, SE Iceland|
|The upper part sows a proglacial lake in front of a glacier in Iceland. |
The lower part of the picture shows the delicate microscale structures
you get when a glacier overrides laminated lake sediments
|"So whats that then?" A deformed sand intraclsat within a glacitectonic melange, formed when the Anglian ice sheet overrode "warm" permafrost|
|The thrusted bottom of a chalk raft, North Norfolk|
|Cheeseman's Gerbil in the desert.|
“For a few years I was doing a lot of field work in the United Arab Emirates. This one lunchtime on a slightly blustery day I watched for about 30 minutes whilst 4 or 5 crows played with a plastic carrier bag. They grasped the handles of the carrier bag in their claws and then flew up high. At the right height they flipped onto their backs and spiralled downwards using the carrier bag as a parachute. Once one of the birds had descended the next took up the bag and did the same. It was one of the strangest things I have seen on field work.”
|How can you not love deformed dirt?|
“working for the summer as a senior geologist with the Newfoundland and Labrador Geological Survey. We were camped at the end of a flat gravel terrace in a river valley in Labrador. One night we heard a noise and thought it was black bears raiding the rubbish (again!!) The bears were a bit of a pest on that score. But it turned out to be a few caribou near our camp. We sat out on the gravel terrace for about 4 to 5 hours watching as the open expanse of gravel filled with caribou. It just so happened that we were camped on the migration route of the George River Heard and in the following 3 to 4 days approximately 30,000 caribou passed through the valley. It was an amazing thing to witness, one of the world’s greatest migrations and I was sitting in the middle of it.”
And the worst……..
“running out of beer, red wine and HobNobs on a recent field trip to Iceland”!
I asked why he loves his job so much (apart from the obvious inner child who adores playing with mud pies!) The response was simple – it’s all down to the people he works with.
And three final facts about Emrys – he has the best collection of painted Doc Martin boots you are ever likely to come across; he enjoys a spot of climbing and he is an incredible photographer!