This recreated Dark Age settlement
just beyond the walls of Jórvík
took volunteers 9 years to construct
- using wattle and daub and plenty of elbow grease.
Today the dwellings are standing-in for the hamlet of Crowhurst;
an insignificant boghole, 8 miles from the beach at Pevensey,
where William The Bastard and
his conquistadors first put ashore.
Crowhurst and the hinterland surrounding it
were razed to the ground. Its tiny population
put to sleep by sword. And borne to their Maker.
Today's a Sunday, and the abattoir next door is closed for business.
Now, I’m not an expert on these things, but it certainly smells
as if a couple of cadavers may have been left to rot overnight.
The fetid aroma, it has to be said, only helps add to the authenticity.
It’s just a shame about the constant rumble
of traffic pounding the A64 dual-carriageway.
I’m not an expert on these things,
but I suspect I'm right in thinking
that this vital trunk road
wasn’t quite so busy back in yee olden times.
Murton Park Danelaw Village
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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