English history: the yeoman — Notes from the U.K.

In the stratified world of medieval England, the yeoman was wedged into a slot between the gentry and the peasants. Then history came along and blurred the categories, leaving confusion in its wake. History will do that if you let it.  Irrelevant photo: foxglove leaves after a frost The hazy definition of a yeoman  One […]Continue reading “English history: the yeoman — Notes from the U.K.”

Worldbuilding for Fantasy Writers and Gamemasters, Part XI

“DARK AGE” BRITAIN After an unsuccessful attempt by Julius Caesar to conquer “Britannia”, later to be known as Britain or the British Isles, it was the Roman Emperor Claudius who finished what his ambitious predecessor started. By 87 A.D., well after the death of Claudius himself, Britain was fully part of the Roman Empire. ButContinue reading “Worldbuilding for Fantasy Writers and Gamemasters, Part XI”

Who policed England before it had police?  — Notes from the U.K.

Let’s start in the sixteenth century, when merrie England was still mostly rural and maybe not 100% merrie, since–well, we’ll get to that later. In the meantime, the feudal system was breaking apart and parishes began taking charge of things that the lord of the manor would have done back when feudalism was fully functional […]Continue reading “Who policed England before it had police?  — Notes from the U.K.”

Medieval Monday: Cooking Methods (Part 1) — Allison D. Reid

We’re pretty used to our modern kitchen conveniences, including our stoves and ovens. But somehow people from the Anglo-Saxon and medieval period managed to make a wide array of dishes and baked goods without them. How did they do it? Managing your fuel supply was a key element.  Cutting and gathering wood was a summer […]Continue reading “Medieval Monday: Cooking Methods (Part 1) — Allison D. Reid”

Folly — France & Vincent

You may have noticed that I seem to spend a lot of time wandering the highways and wild places with a camera. Occasionally I become aware that this is, quite possibly, folly for a woman alone. As I waded through nettles taller than I this morning, in search of a shot of a local ruin […]Continue reading “Folly — France & Vincent”