Northern Britain during the Dark Ages. 8220;Swa ic modsefan minne sceolde oft earmcearig eðle bidæled, freomægum feor feterum sælan. 8220;So I, often wretched and sorrowful, bereft of my homeland, far from noble kinsmen, have had to bind in fetters, my inmost thoughts. Old English poem, The Wanderer. The other main path open to a.

Exploring archaeology, museology, and whether the captions really are too damn small. In the Old Bank shopping arcade in Wellington, New Zealand, under the stairs and next to the gym, the wreck of the. Confess yourself a traitor and a renegade! And so go to meet your doom.