At the beginning of May, Nick and I made a visit to Kilve on the Somerset coast. We were to rendez vous with Jenny and John, Liz, Charlie and Amy. We had a task to perform, a ritual, the scattering of Phil’s ashes. John and I enjoyed a friendship with Phil’ which extended over many years. John first met Phil’ ‘behind the scenes at the Museum’. I met Phil’ when I joined the Conchological Society of Great Britain and Ireland in 1981.
Liz is Phil’s daughter and she had planned the scattering, partly to involve people like me who were unable to be present at Phil’s funeral. We met up at the Chantry Tea Gardens, tucked back in a secluded position not far from the beach at Kilve. A path leads down from the chantry through fields now used as a car-park to the beach which William Wordsworth, the Romantic poet, who lived for a brief period with his sister Dorothy at Alfoxton House, described as “Kilve’s delightful shore”. The beach is on the West Somerset Coast Path. Kilve had special significance for Phil’ whose geological speciality was the Jurassic. As we accessed the shore we walked over ammonite fossils embedded in the limestone pavement. We picked our way over the mixed flag and boulder shore until we reached a point just short of the cliffs where we could descend to the water line. The sea received the ashes and I read out some postcards, three of the many Phil’ had sent to me whilst he was conducting fieldwork along the Dorset coast.
Mission accomplished we drove back to Watchet and checked into our B&Bs. We were booked into The Bell Inn to eat supper but made a detour to drink a jar or two of cider at The Old Cider House, Pebbles Tavern. This was an enjoyable occasion, the pub we had chosen had given us a table in a cosy snug just off the main bar. The meal was good and the conversation was lively and we ranged over many topics. How Phil’ would have loved the banter. The following morning we dispersed after a special, heart-warming experience.
Subsequently I would write my contribution to an Appreciation of Phil’ for our in-house magazine. This runs as follows:
I met Phil’ Palmer when I attended my first Conchological Society (CS) meeting in October 1981. That day is vivid in my memory as if it were yesterday; it has huge significance for me. I had been joined to the Society during the summer and at that meeting, the first of the CS year, I met other elder statesmen of the conchological world, well known names in the annals of the Society’s history: Peter Oliver, Bob Scase, Fred Pinn, Dr Sandor (I never did know his first name), Tom Pain and Stella Turk. It was her first council meeting since becoming elected President. I would say that Stella and Phil’ are the two people to whom I have the greatest debt when it comes to the way the course of my life was changed forever on that October day. Phil and Stella have died within six months of each other, both in their 90s and I feel the loss of them both. It seems appropriate that I would take a ‘phonecall from Phil’s daughter, Caroline, with news of Phil’s passing, whilst I was working a shore in Salcombe during a CS field trip.
Phil’ was an intelligent and gifted scientist and modest with it. He also had a wonderful sense of humour. He was hugely helpful to me with his advice and encouragement over the years, as I made the shift from a random collector of pretty shells to someone who needed to apply herself a bit more and would eventually ‘get science’. Phil’ was good with beginners but they needed to demonstrate a willingness to learn. He was a stickler for accuracy, a bit of a pedant (note the apostrophe after his name!) and did not suffer fools gladly. At one meeting he once gave me a minor ticking off for using the word ‘creatures’ in the context of an animal or an organism. Creatures he said were created, this did not apply to living things. He was a natural teacher, with a great ability to share his knowledge and explain his reasoning. He was meticulous in collecting and processing samples, both Recent and fossil. He had a phenomenal ability to write well both scientifically but also in a more popular vein. He sometimes had his own views on taxonomy even swimming against the tide: he tried to make a case for using the genus Littorivaga for the saxatilis complex (Palmer 1989). My first insight into Phil’ the Stickler was on the subject of scaphopods, when I waved a ‘Dentalium’ under his nose (his chosen molluscan group). He corrected me and delivered an explanation as to why Dentalium was incorrect and I should use the genus Antalis. You never forget little lectures like that. He wrote an article for the CS newsletter (Palmer 1983) ‘On referring to Scaphopods’ and was taken to task by Dennis Seaward in an edgy rejoinder (Seaward 1984), a correspondence I enjoyed. Phil’ wrote prolifically and could be very witty. The most enjoyable, laugh-out-loud piece written by Phil that I ever read appeared in CS newsletter in 1990, entitled ‘A Scurrilous Tale of a Conchological Term’.
Phil’ was part of the cohort of ‘British Marine’ in the Society which included Shelagh Smith, Julia Nunn, Celia Pain and others. He once referred to the group as ‘The Marine Tendency’ (paraphrasing the Trotskyist ‘Militant Tendency’), which moniker appealed to the renegade in Phil’. We formed a distinct minority group in a Society which, at that time, was dominated by the non-marine element of membership. Non-marine molluscan collecting and mapping formed the original thrust of Society activity, marine recording coming later, and in some ways remained a poor relation for a good while after. It would be Dennis Seaward who would be the person to lift the ‘British Marine’ game. These days there is a more even distribution of spheres of interest in the Society, including molluscs in archaeology.
I am indebted to Phil’ for a valuable friendship that lasted from the moment we met. He took an interest in my family and was later blessed with his own granddaughter, Amy. Having a passion for photography he taught me how to use an SLR camera. He taught several people over the years, I imagine Caroline was his first pupil. But he disliked having his own photo taken, it reminded him that time did not stand still. This is why my selection of photos for this article shows Phil’ typically engaging with colleagues in the field.
My greatest debt is that he is the person who nudged me into tackling a taxonomic project after I quizzed him about Chlamys nivea, after a field trip to the Isle of Skye. He did not know the answer to my question, he said, I had better go and find it for myself. With my background in modern languages and a modest little GCE in general science, I needed his guidance to conduct a biometric study on shells from several sources, including institutions. I learnt to do standard deviations ‘by hand’! The late Nora McMillan loaned me her holdings of what I refer to as the Orkney ‘Great White’, the large white Chlamys varia which can be found on Orkney beaches and, I believe, nowhere else in the British Isles. These shells are a conundrum in themselves: a project waiting in the wings. I wrote my paper on Chlamys nivea and it was accepted for the Journal.
Phil’ was at his best on a one to one basis, or with small groups. Apart from an informal talk he gave at a British Marine workshop I organised, to the best of my knowledge, he never delivered a lecture because he was fundamentally a shy man. But he was also a maverick and proud of it, and he enjoyed friendships across a spectrum of age groups.
In closing I can only reiterate the sentiments expressed above by John, Phil was indeed wise, meticulous and uncompromising in his principles. And you could count yourself fortunate to be considered a friend.
Palmer, C.P. 1983. On referring to Scaphopods. The Conchologists’ Newsletter no. 87. 119-121
Palmer, C.P. 1984. Pax Carthaginis – A Very Old Gamesmanship. The Conchologists’ Newsletter no. 89. 176-17
Palmer, C.P. 1989. A Case for Littorivaga. The Conchologists’ Newsletter No. 110. 200-202
Palmer, C.P. 1990. A scurrilous tale of a conchological term. The Conchologists’ Newsletter no. 113. 285-286
Seaward, D.R. 1984. The New Gamesmanship. The Conchologists’ Newsletter no. 88. 157-158