Miners: Pit, Pride, Police, Pier

Recently I’ve been reading a lot about miners, whether this is a subconscious decision or perchance I do not know. What I do know is that I am now striving to learn more. I thought my first memory of visiting a coal mine was with my family when I was around eight years old, but... Continue Reading →


Love is a Spoon

Throughout my archaeology degree I had this running joke with my boyfriend that if I could discover anything on the yearly excavations it would be a spoon. I'm not quite sure why I chose a spoon as the object of my desire, perhaps I thought they were commonplace or that it would be rather funny... Continue Reading →

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