Sutton Hoo
http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/suttonhoo
Cold. Raindrops and snowflakes fought as foes, but the winning water sang victory in the wind’s wail.
I walked from museum to mound. Old Raedwald, reborn of old, was working the fences with rake instead of ravaging spear, and in sword’s stead the steel was saw’s tooth.
“Good morning!” hailed he, “an excellent day!” the words wound from wind-whipped branches as the bold bard cut limbs.
I agreed as boldly, for, Har, in his word-hoard, wrote Be a friend to your friend, give him laughter for laughter.
I stayed briefly at barrows, for the ancients would tell me to hie to the hall, where there is board and beauty, the tales and the arts recreated for the wanderer.
And so, back I went.
The display was excellent. They’ve outlined the 90-foot longboat, and built a hall over it. Inside, in the center, they rebuilt the gravehouse that was erected on the deck of the buried ship, and stocked it with replicas of the grave goods, in the positions found; it was as if one were looking at Raedwald laid out.
On the periphery of the hall, displays such as showing the steel of a sword through the stages; forging the blanks, welding them together, twisting them, entwining them, and showing the resulting Damascene pattern in the blade.
A replica of the famous helmet, burnished, and hung before a wolfpelt.
If I hadn’t forgotten my bloody password for my Flickr account, I’d post photos.
As it is, you’ll have to settle for the alliteration and kenning.
Cold. Raindrops and snowflakes fought as foes, but the winning water sang victory in the wind’s wail.
I walked from museum to mound. Old Raedwald, reborn of old, was working the fences with rake instead of ravaging spear, and in sword’s stead the steel was saw’s tooth.
“Good morning!” hailed he, “an excellent day!” the words wound from wind-whipped branches as the bold bard cut limbs.
I agreed as boldly, for, Har, in his word-hoard, wrote Be a friend to your friend, give him laughter for laughter.
I stayed briefly at barrows, for the ancients would tell me to hie to the hall, where there is board and beauty, the tales and the arts recreated for the wanderer.
And so, back I went.
The display was excellent. They’ve outlined the 90-foot longboat, and built a hall over it. Inside, in the center, they rebuilt the gravehouse that was erected on the deck of the buried ship, and stocked it with replicas of the grave goods, in the positions found; it was as if one were looking at Raedwald laid out.
On the periphery of the hall, displays such as showing the steel of a sword through the stages; forging the blanks, welding them together, twisting them, entwining them, and showing the resulting Damascene pattern in the blade.
A replica of the famous helmet, burnished, and hung before a wolfpelt.
If I hadn’t forgotten my bloody password for my Flickr account, I’d post photos.
As it is, you’ll have to settle for the alliteration and kenning.