My relationship with the Domesday Book started with a bored teenage me in a draughty county record office, flicking through a modern English translation and thinking, “So this is it?…
When people ask me for “Domesday Book villages to visit”, I usually disappoint them by saying something very un-touristy: the most Domesday-ish places in England often feel oddly ordinary. No…
I didn’t care about the Domesday Book at university. It felt like admin: lists of manors, taxes, plough-teams. The sort of thing someone in a beige cardigan would get very…
