And to quote Mike Pitts in British Archaeology... Here Come The Celts. I very rarely advertise anything on my blog, but hopefully will be able to find this magazine somewhere in Yorks.
"Some archaeologists will no doubt carp about the use of the word “Celt” in the British Museum’s “Celts: art and identity”, which moves to the National Museum of Scotland next March under the simple title of “Celts”. I’m looking forward to seeing the show, and will write about my impressions here (it opens on September 25). In the meantime, the first of three features in the new magazine offers an early insight: four of the people behind the exhibitions introduce their controversial idea of what Celtic arts mean. I think we may be leaving behind the old debates about whether or not there ever were such people as Celts, and taking a wider, more interesting view of the world. A good thing too. Continuing the new Celts theme, a third feature considers fine metal artefacts that were taken home from the British Isles by Norwegian Vikings."
Celts; Carping hardly covers the arguments that will storm onto the net when this word is used, you will even see me pussyfooting round the word because it has so many connotations. But I am sure John Hooker (Past and Present Tensions) will be pleased to see this. Use it in an art sense, it is perfectly understood, conjure up those magical Irish legends and try to mix it up with actual archaeology, and the pixies will come storming out of the woodwork!
To a different theme, yesterday evening we walked along to the field that is in the process of being cut. The farmer was round baling the straw, the machine chewed it up, clattered quietly and then spat out a perfectly formed enormous round bale, the sort we see trundling past the windows of the house. New to both of us and we watch fascinated, the farmer had a little yappy terrier in the cabin.
Met Mr. Gospel on the way home just going out to mow someone's lawn and he called in later in the evening and measured up the gate and fencing, we all decided fencing in the largish front garden would be the best answer, the gate is made at some wood mills down the road. It will be larch, nice to know everything is local. He also has 10 springer spaniel puppies, but really don't want a lively pup.
I'll Find my Way Home; 1980s just on Radio2 so must record it just for the weird noises