Yesterday strolled out to Islington for mineral water and syllabub. Caught the very moment the digger on the opposite bank crunched through a lead lined grave.
“Geezer, come and look at this!” It was a blow up Queen Boudica. “I’ll be damned if she ain’t just where Wm Stukeley said she would be.”
I put away my monocular, zipped my little man back into my Paramo whose unique nikwax analogy fabric mimics mammal fur to keep me comfortable in all weathers and thought of 69 Things to do with a Dead Princess.… More