Back late last century I spent some time in Ireland.

Just up from my digs in Dublin, and on the way to the best fish n chips in that part of the world, which was next to an OK pub, was this excavation going on. From memory the hole was going to be filled with a new council building, town hall and such. While digging down they came upon the most remarkable find, the first [again from memory] Viking or Norse community in that area.
All hell broke loose with a big cat fight between the developers and the archeological and historical communities.
After a protracted augment the developers agreed to allow the site to be excavated, but with a time line. Volunteers came in from all over the world to help salvage and catalogue as much as they could before the parochial city fathers crunched the find in the buckets of the excavators.

These two photos show just some of what was left of the accommodations, and you can make out what looks like a woven path.
One evening, when walking up for a nosh and a slosh, I looked down and there were about half a dozen people bending down scrapping and bagging away, hovered just above them was the arm and bucket of an excavator. After a little while the operator blew his horn, the people moved a little to the side, the bucket smash down on what had not been recovered. Barstards.










That summer [something like we are experiencing here today] I took off for a train and hiking trip on the west coast. Took these next two photos in Kerry.