If you’re looking at your car keys and feeling vaguely resentful, you’re not alone. I grew up in Shropshire, which trains forgot for a while, so driving felt compulsory. But…
If you grew up on the sort of history that treats the Knights Templar as a minor footnote before zipping off to the Black Death, the phrase “Templar sites in…
Medieval village life in England is usually described as if it were a diagram from a GCSE textbook: a neat row of peasant strips fanning out from a compact village,…
If you’re thinking about visiting the UK in winter, you’ll probably be told to pack a waterproof, brace yourself for limited daylight and maybe lower your expectations. Fair enough. The…
If your idea of the Lake District everyday life is polished viewpoints and perfectly timed golden-hour photos over Derwentwater, you’re only getting half the story. The other half is a…
If you came here hunting for a glossy Scarborough travel guide promising wall-to-wall sunshine and ice creams that never fall in the sand, you’re in the wrong place. Scarborough is…
I first got hooked on Viking life in Britain standing on a very ordinary-looking street in York. I was at the JORVIK Viking Centre, doing the thing you’re meant to…
If you’ve grown up in the Midlands, as I did, canals are less “romantic waterways” and more “shortcut to the chippy if the towpath isn’t flooded”. It’s only in the…
My relationship with London Black Death history started, oddly enough, with a badly drawn rat. I was about ten. A primary school project, one of those sugar-paper posters with titles…
If you’d told my fourteen-year-old self in Newcastle that one day someone would ask for a “Britpop walking tour UK”, I’d have assumed it meant trudging from HMV to Our…
