Mrs C

@cogitoergo.bsky.social

Head of history and teacher of philosophy and theology, Archaeology MA | lover of plants, taphology, thanatology, vulture culture, general geekiness, random useless facts, and all things archaeology | snarky bog witch ♾️

Missing muscadines and scuppernongs this time of the year. I used to love picking those things and getting literal buckets full along with blackberries from my grandma’s back yard.

Do people still appreciate crocheted blankets and knitted caps for their babies (primarily British folks)? I don’t know if I’m old or too southern American, but I don’t want to make something for someone they won’t want or use. I still have my son’s blankets gifted 20 years ago.

Arbor Low, a Neolithic henge monument in Derbyshire. It’s interesting to note this is the first time I’ve noticed people leaving things. It’s like a continuation of past repurposing and reverence.

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History?? Since when is that a focus beyond being a political propaganda football? It isn’t a core subject timetabled with twice as many lessons. Students have a choice of opting out of history past KS3. Often, SATS takes priority, so pupils come to us woefully unaware of what history actually is.

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When visiting a Neolithic site, it gives main character assembling a small copper structure to meditate under. However, to smoke a few times on-site, despite it being specifically prohibited, and in the middle of a tinder-dry field, makes you an arsehole. I hope this clarifies things.

Wentworth Church and cemetery including the old church and even older cemetery. Pictures of some of the more interesting grave markers I came across included.

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Currently on a trip and we cross a toll bridge. One student didn’t understand why there is a toll. Their friend was explaining private ownership of said bridge and punctuated it with “you know, like the troll under the bridge…” A* explanation. I chuckled.

I actually loathe the fact that most interest groups and businesses just have Facebook pages. I get it. It’s free, but I just loathe Facebook. I can’t even try to give away a sodding sofa because I refuse to have a Facebook account (Yes, I know about alternatives, but people don’t really use them).

We went to say goodbye to our old friend yesterday. The Boy and I love walking around Sherwood Forest. We were both sad to hear about Major Oak as I’m sure people around the world are, too.

Major Oak, an ancient oak tree, stands with a large canopy of bare limbs twisting towards the sky. It sits in a green field in front of a forest.

It’s kind of messed up that customer service representatives are corporate whipping boys, so I try to be nice, when in reality, all I want to do is get shrill with overpaid people much higher in the hierarchy.

Yesterday’s adventure was brought to by my incessant and tangential deep dives. To my knowledge, it’s the northernmost doom painting in England. It’s 14th century and way bigger than internet pictures would have you believe. St Mary and St Martin’s, Blyth, Notts - a mere 10-15 minute drive for me!

Wall of a church with faint outlines of a doom painting. The top register is Jesus with Mary and the Apostles alongside an angel blowing the trumpet for Judgement Day. The second register is dominated by scenes of different people rising from their coffins for judgement. At the right against a deep red background  are outlines of the angel Michael holding weapons next to a faint outlines of a demon. At the bottom of this register appears another demon, a cauldron and what may be a wheelbarrow or cart. The left had register depicts saved souls being led away by another angel. Closer picture of the hell scene above what is thought to depict scenes of Christ’s life in smaller box registers. The scenes are very difficult to make out. Bild

Garages with shop cats will always have my loyalty. I’d never seen a garage cat until this week, and I will 100% go back just so I can pspspsps their cross-eyed ginger cat. I ain’t even mad I paid so much for tyres and realignment.

Seeking a genuine, non-cynical answer as that’s where I automatically go - why do people in the U.K. have to pay private companies to access historical census data?

Realising furniture shopping comes with the need for understanding geometry. I was straight A material in high school until geometry came along and wrecked my world. 🫠