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June 27 2011

Letter: It was me at the dig, not the archbishop

Astonishingly, this is the second time I have been mistaken for the archbishop of Canterbury (Artists offer depressed Channel port a sense of place and new perspectives, 27 June). I am in fact the man with the windsock white hair, shown helping out at the archaeological dig at the magnificently sited Roman Villa on Folkestone's East Cliff, in the film made by artists collective CAMP for the second Folkestone Triennial. The site itself is turning out to be of national importance. Beneath the villa, finds, such as a Neolithic flint arrowhead indicate that the site has probably been in continuous occupation since at least 3000BC and may have been Britain's main point of trade with the continent, as it has an easy landing place with immediate access inland via the North Downs Way, which comes down to the sea at that point. This second year of digging will begin on 11 July and all are welcome to visit, including the real archbishop of Canterbury.

The first instance of misidentification occurred one evening on my entry into the Canterbury Cathedral precincts through a secondary gate. I was smartly dressed in a suit together with a new deep-purple Pierre Cardin shirt which had a white collar. As I went for my wallet to produce the free pass issued to all local residents, the security guard said: "No, no, my lord." I instantly realised he had mistaken me for the archbishop and passed quickly on, extremely embarrassed. I have never worn the shirt again.

Nick Spurrier

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