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| "The Witches' Cove," Follower of Jan Mandijn |
Welcome to this week's Link Dump!
I hope you enjoy the show.
A love triangle ends very badly.
St. Thomas Becket's chapel in Poland.
Using lasers to examine ancient art.
Archaeologists keep finding weird things, and everyone has questions.
A look at the construction of the Biltmore Estate.
A noted French Victorian-era caricaturist.
The oldest surviving English-language Valentine's letter.
Packing for pre-modern travel.
An American Revolution soldier who just couldn't make up his mind which side he was on.
How Truman Capote turned himself into a social pariah.
Scientists are boring humpback whales with the usual tedious social small talk.
A discarded Neolithic meal.
Amelia Earhart's plane may have been found. Or not.
Noah's Ark may have been found. Or not.
The eeriness of a winter garden during lockdown.
The twilight of the pre-dreadnoughts.
A church that was founded by a murderer.
Some of the oldest human footprints.
A statue memorializing a beautiful milkmaid.
When beer came to Asia.
The disappearance of the Scots language.
How Ireland came to be the "Emerald Isle."
The treasures found in an ancient family tomb.
In other news, a pigeon has just been exonerated from suspicions that it was a Chinese spy.
The "Welsh Roswell."
The shipboard murder of Gay Gibson.
Thomas Hardy got on better with his fictional women than the real ones.
England's got a heck of a lot of hedges.
A tragic early 19th century life.
The epizootic of 1872.
Wilkie Collins and women's rights.
A (possibly) reluctant regicide.
A non-haunted nuclear bunker.
A fun Twitter thread proving that the universe is a really weird place.
The first known exclamation point.
The baronet's wife who was "Queen of the Gipsies."
A WWII treasure map.
A Victorian time capsule.
That's all for this week! See you on Monday, when we'll look at a young maidservant's sinister disappearance. In the meantime, here's a blast from the 1970s past. It's hard for me to fathom that this was from fifty years ago.
Thank you for this
ReplyDeleteI love the story about the hedges of England. They are like having ribbons of woods all over the country. I know they are much fewer in the north, where stone walls take their places, but I don't know why; less amenable soil, I figure. The Paston letters I know, of course, but I didn't know there was a love letter among them. That was nice to read, especially the part in which the woman writes that she is not well - and won't be until she sees her man again. And poor Benjamin Surr...
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