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With old tricky dicky being a hot topic right now, I've had the dubious delight of explaining a few times that they haven't found his 'tomb', they won't have found him laid out in crown, weapons, armour, robes... (badge saying "Hello I'm Richard III, How may I slaughter you?") and they may never be quite able to pull off the DNA tests as they can sometimes be difficult to pin down with certainty. For some reason, explaining this disappoints people. Last month, while trying to not think about the three peaks I was about to hike over, and the blisters I'd get, and the sleep I wouldn't get... I went into the West Highland Museum and was excellently distracted. Chatting to staff they explained the constant battle just to keep the cabinets lit, as everything costs money and daft things like light bulbs or wiring going all adds up. So for £30, Attendants View is going to sponsor a cabinet for a year! But which one? Vote, and the one you like the look of will get our help :D
Usually checking the comments book just means a smile at the nice feedback and then removing any pictures of willies drawn into it. On this occasion we discovered that we are truly an orgasmic visitor experience. Well, it's nice to know the visitors are happy...   So there I am, wandering in Leicester waiting for a friend and I head to tourist information for a map, to find a specific shop. Apropos of nothing the assistant also points out Grey Friars and mentions that that is where the archaeological dig is, but it's not open to the public. No preamble conversation really, I obviously just look like someone interested in holes in the ground. Because I am someone interested in holes in the ground, I wander over, and while reading the information on the gate (Richard III, once king of England, now probably buried under a council car park in Leicester ) A lady walks up and through the gate. I query if she works there and try to blag my way in, but she's from the New Walk Museum (or Newarke Houses Museum). She does however offer an impromptu tour down the street suggesting highlights to head off to, and drops me off at the Guildhall. Great advert for their museum staff.
 I return to the dig on my way to the city square, and as I stop to answer texts on my phone I have about three groups of people ask me for information on the dig - presumably because: I look like someone interested in holes in the ground. Thanks to the sign on the gate and the lady from the museum I'm equipped enough to sound all clever. Leicester, in a nutshell: Some very interesting stuff with amazingly friendly people but for heaven's sake don't pause for breath near ancient points of interest!  He was apparently engrossed in the history and displays, then enthused at length and joined in with a few choruses of songs from Horrible Histories. And then hugged the attendant with such fervor she almost cried a bit.
Days like this make up for a lot. |
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