Our permanent residents are suffering the minor indignities of a shared living space. Accustomed to their own quarters – the gallery territories ruled by mammals, fish, arthropods, or dinosaurs – during closure everyone is instead piled into a single aisle at the south end of the Museum.
We’ll take a look at some of the individual wrappings later, but for now we just wanted to show the squash and the squeeze that has been required to allow the roof repairs to take place.
If you’re visiting the Pitt Rivers Museum you’ll be able to see this little bone jungle for yourself as you make your way out from the Pitt Rivers and back through our Museum.
Scott Billings, communications coordinator