As Iris Love was hunting for the temple of Aphrodite in the summer of 1967, the goddess gave her a sign. Love, an American heiress and archaeologist whose quixotic image rankled her mustier colleagues, was sailing down the west coast of Turkey in search of the site of the temple when she saw a pod of dolphins, creatures associated with Aphrodite. She followed the pod into the bay of Knidos, where she knew the ruins were buried. “It was August 3, two days after my birthday,” she recalled, “and I thought, this is a great present. And when I saw Knidos itself, somehow I knew that this was part of my destiny.”
The temple was one of the most elusive monuments of the ancient world. It had housed the Aphrodite of Knidos, a statue sculpted by Praxiteles in 365BC and widely copied there after.
After all, logically, everyone knew is was at Knidos, right?
Fame for archaeologists is fickle. Everyone remembers Schliemann but nobody remembers the name of the chap who told him where to dig.
‘She followed the pod into the bay of Knidos’
Dolphins follow ships, they don’t lead them.
Gamecock:
They do occasionally lead if they are in the service of a goddess and a famous American heiress.
Nominative determinism?
From wiki
I wish Starmer, BBC, C4 etc would bugger of and search for River Styx
“She entertained Mick Jagger at her dig”
Good job it was ‘dig’ and not ‘digs’ – they look like siblings!