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poliphiloWe were leaving Preston yesterday and we came across this little group of stone Vikings (on the slip road leading to the motorway.) I don't know what they're doing there but they've got bits of metal embedded in them and holes in odd places, which suggests they've been salvaged from some building or other.
I did some research (I Googled) and it turns out that Preston is on the Viking highway that runs down the Ribble valley from Jorvik (York) to the Irish Sea. The biggest Viking treasure hoard ever found outside Russia was dug up nearby (at Cuerdale) in 1840.
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Date: 2005-09-17 03:18 am (UTC)If so, then maybe these guys are on their way to Dublin.
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Date: 2005-09-17 03:28 am (UTC)(Of course, they are my kin... Now, excuse me; I've got a monastery to burn and some pillaging that just can't wait 'till Monday!)
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Date: 2005-09-17 03:38 am (UTC)Anyway; is it my fault if those bleedin' monks chose to build their monasteries out of non-CO2-neutral materials?
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Date: 2005-09-17 04:19 am (UTC)They're so unexplained......
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Date: 2005-09-17 04:21 am (UTC)But there's no clue on site as to where they come from or what they mean.
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Date: 2005-09-17 04:22 am (UTC)Those guys really did get around.
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Date: 2005-09-17 04:39 am (UTC)I suppose I don't need everything to have an explanation.
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:05 am (UTC)It was as if they'd came from some other dimension. I used to fear that I'd turn round in bed to find them looming over me.
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:07 am (UTC)But the Pacific is perhaps too far a stretch.
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:11 am (UTC)I grew up on a street called Elverdalsvej; that translates into the Street of the Valley of Elves... Basically our back garden (some 50 meters long) had a 5 meter drop down into the (admittedly less-than-mythical-looking) Valley of Elves! Sometimes I'd sit down there on a summer evening, hoping the elves would come out and dance. (Though, of course, in Dansih folklore the elven maidens will catch any male who spies on them and make him dance with them 'till he drops dead, so it was probably for the best that I never saw them...)
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:19 am (UTC)No way would these pieces be left alone here--they'd have been hacked out, written on, smashed up, or stolen.
These somehow don't have a feeling of age to me. Maybe they aren't worn enough.
The holes in them suggest they might be fence posts...