Cow parsley

I never liked cow parsley when I was young… there was a children’s myth that if you picked it you would wet your bed. It always seemed  to smell nasty, but maybe that was where it grew because apparently the elaves when crushed smell faintly aniseedy… I must go and crush some cow parsley right […]

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Running aground

Having enjoyed the last six assignments for my archaeology course, my massive open on-line course from Brown University, I have just run aground on the latest one which was to create a podcast. Now may I should have chosen one of the other choices, writing about three archaeological organizations (sounds a bit boring) write a […]

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