I’m a dyed-in-the-wool amateur historian/archaeologist, liable to be found any dry day field-walking or metal detecting, and on wet days, in an archive.
Reading a field like a book, line by line, century by century, gives me a deep feeling for the settings for my stories and novels. Taking a dry, partial framework for someone’s life from the archive and trying to animate it with context, meaning, and purpose fills me with pleasure.
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Just to complete the story – this is what the lovely volunteers who got my lecture on how to identify a flint tool – complete with the supersized example from the blog post below – achieved :) Field walk report, field adjacent to Moores Lane development
Found a lovely big flint nodule in a field the other day, and have just been sat outside in the sunshine attempting to turn it into an axe. Got impatient with a ridge, hit it far too hard, split the axe down the middle (taking a slice of finger with…
I came across a most interesting article today. Even if you aren’t interested in mediaeval fighting (ARE any of my friends not interested in mediaeval fighting? What does that say about us? lol), the article rocks for this statement alone. And scroll down to the first illustration to see it…