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Happy Birthday 15thCjester!

01 October 2006 - 04:02 AM

From one wars of the roses fanatic to another: happy birthday! :greeting:

Mona Lisa preganant?

27 September 2006 - 09:49 AM

Mona Lisa pregnancy theory mooted

The famous smile on Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa could be because she is pregnant or had just had a baby, research suggests.

Canadian scientists used laser and infrared scans to produce a 3D image of the painting. This allowed details beneath layers of paint to be seen - including a gauzy dress then associated with pregnant or new mothers.

BBC news article

Barnet, 1471

16 September 2006 - 02:51 PM

This is a poem I wrote the other day. It is meant to be an eyewitness’s account of the first stages of the battle of Barnet in 1471. A battle fought during the Wars of the Roses between the Lancastrian Earl of Warwick, known as ‘Kingmaker’ and the Yorkists, Edward IV, Lord Hastings and the Duke of Gloucester. The battle was fought in a dense fog that ultimately was as much to blame for Kingmaker’s defeat as Edward was…

Barnet, 1471

My Earl of Warwick’s cannon fire throughout the night,
Keeping all but the hardiest from sleep.
Amongst these are scarred old veterans of France,
Heroes who fought the Maid of Orleans, and lived.

The rest of us sit in huddled groups
Close-by the many dwindling fires,
Reddening the swirling fog
Like bloodstains on a woollen shift.

As dawn’s first light pierces the fog’s dense walls
The sergeants stir and give a call-to-arms.
The dormant jolt awake with fright
And hurriedly pick up bill and sword.

Beneath the many hundreds of banners and pennants,
Who seemingly float in the fog like a fleet of coloured ships,
The Captains assemble the men in their thousands,
Preparing them for the onslaught, through the mist.

Battle begins with the thunderous booms and cracks of guns along our line,
Followed by a volley of white tailed arrows into the obscuring fog.
Blink and they are gone,

No dying screams are heard
And no arrows fall amongst our ranks,
Just an eerie silence, only broken by a distant calling trumpet.

Our challenge unanswered we advance through the fog of Hadley Green,
This mist of nothingness,
Where Hastings’s men remain unseen.
The Unknown amplifies our fear.
Then far, far to the left we hear,
A host of shouting jeering men,
And a sound like an army of blacksmiths
Hammering. Battle has been joined.

We press on towards the deafening din
And are met,
By charging, screaming shapes
Amongst the mist,
Where on Easter Sunday, blood was spilt.

At Barnet Field

Copyright © R.S. Williams

New skeletons found under Towton Hall

13 September 2006 - 09:04 AM

Skeletons bearing marks of horrendous sword injuries have been unearthed beneath a North Yorkshire hall.

The victims of a medieval battle were discovered beneath the floor of the dining room of Towton Hall, between Tadcaster and Sherburn-in- Elmet, dating from the Battle of Towton in 1461...

Read more here

5000 posts

05 September 2006 - 05:50 AM

There are now over 5000 posts: hurrah! congrats ricker :charge: