About the Antiquarian
I have been researching Anglo-Saxon decorative metalwork, knitting socks and doing cryptic crosswords, but not all at the same time. I also spin a yarn – that’s on a drop spindle with fleece, very rarely as a teller of fantastical tales.
I love everything that’s old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.” Goldsmith, She Stoops to Conquer, Act i., sc I.
|About The Attic|
Welcome to The Attic. Like all good attics, expect it to be crammed with a miscellany of the past; mostly concerning matters archaeological, architectural, artistic, historical, literary, knitterly , nautical, aeronautical, nonsensical….and anything else that strikes me as post-worthy.
I often update posts, as more information comes to light, so please do revisit The Attic from time to time.
I always provide a headline link to the source of any news story for the full article that my posts are based upon. Remember that news articles are not often written by specialists in any other field except journalism, so the details may not be entirely accurate. Where I do not agree with a journalist’s statement I might insert a comment and/or exclamation mark within square brackets. Sometimes I will place a link to a credible source for clarification, or, where a counterargument may be found. Should you wish to know more about a subject I attempt to provide trustworthy links or further reading which may be of interest.
“A Farrago of Antiquities routed out of the Rusts and Crusts and Fusts of Time!”- from a letter from John Mulso to Gilbert White, 2nd June 1782
The secret of getting things done is to act -Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)
May the great galactic kitten always purr you to sleep. – Anonymous There, peeping above the cloud wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shot, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
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