I'm staying with friends in a road
called Mark Rake in Bromborough. Each of these names is ripe with
historical meaning. 'Mark' originates in the grooves made in the red
sandstone walls at the top of the road, where archers used to file
their arrowheads. 'Rake' is an old Norse word for 'path to the
fields' and Bromborough is the site of the important battle of
Brunanburh in 937, in which the Anglo-Saxon king, Athelstan, defeated the
combined armies of the Vikings and their Irish and Scottish Celtic
allies. One historian has described this battle at "the moment
when Englishness came of age" - 129 years before some other
Scandinavian descendants arrived from Normandy to obliterate it again
I'm getting more and more
annoyed by these aspects of UK life:-
All in all, it's place where
many of life's pleasures are taken away from you. No fun at all. And,
as every Spaniard knows, fun is the whole purpose of life.
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