It has been so hot here in London the past few days. We headed up into town for a special event. The beach on the river Thames just in front of the Tower of london was open to the public. This only happens one weekend a year. It was all to do with what we call Mudlarking, or Surface Archaeology. Dogs are not allowed, but Mirabelle had special permission. Everyone that came was able to discover what has been thrown away or lost from The Tower over the past 900 years. And there were plenty of things to find.
Mirabelle however was more than happy with the few bones she found, as cattle have been slaughtered here up to one thousand years ago. There were plenty of knowledgeable people on site to identify the finds, and yes, Roman pottery was abundle.
Mirabelle however was more than happy with the few bones she found, as cattle have been slaughtered here up to one thousand years ago. There were plenty of knowledgeable people on site to identify the finds, and yes, Roman pottery was abundle.
It turned out to be one of the hottest days so far this year, so being on a beach was just perfect.
After we had finished on the beach, we went to see the Yeomans who were wandering around, unfortunately they weren't able to pose with Mirabelle for a photo, they were concerned she may chase away the Ravens, and oh dear, that would never do, as the saying goes '' If the Ravens leave the Tower, the Kingdom will fall'' and we can't have that on the lead up to the Queens 60 years on the Throne can we! so we went to look around at some of the finds, amazingly there were 900 year old Roman leather shoes, having been very well preserved in the mud and water. On speaking to the woman displaying them, she told me of how they used urine in the tanning process, I told her of the way some unfortunate souls were employed to collect dog faeces, which was also used in the tanning process, Hmm, dogs certainly have alot of uses.
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From there, a short walk to St Katherine Docks for some refreshment, and of course a good look at all the millionaires lounging on their fantastic yachts. Who needs St. Tropez?