The Battle of Hastings, where King Harold lost his life and the war against the Normans, forever remembered.
Sometimes nice people really mess things up. The simple act of being inoffensive can cause so much irreversible damage that it would be better if they had avoided diplomacy in favour of a whole load of aggro. Much better in the long run.
Ahoy maties! 19 September be the day we talk like a pirate. So get yourself some grog, landlubbers, and hold off swabbing the decks for a while.
Decades before the Battle of Hastings, the English and the Normans were uneasy neighbours.The Vikings were at the height of their raids, robbing the rich monasteries and murdering the monks and priests.
And the Normans were helping them.
My daughter had to go to hospital for major surgery a few years ago. Naturally, as a parent, I was very worried about her. What if something went wrong? Of course I trusted the doctors, surgeons and other medical staff. I knew that they were the best in their field. But I needed more than that. I needed some kind of special divine power to intervene.
A few years ago, the school I taught in decided to change the history curriculum, which meant that the Year Seven children would not be studying the Battle of Bosworth in the summer term. The consequence of this was that the annual history trip was no more. I was very sad, and especially on the anniversary of the battle, 22 August (1485). The significance to history is that it was the start of the Tudor Dynasty, which led to the break with Rome, hence the birth of the Church of England. Children need this visit.
I, like most other people, stopped believing in dragons, elves, giants and fairies before I hit double figures. They just didn't make sense, there was no real evidence to support these things. Show me a photograph and I will believe the monsters existed. There were no photographs, so I stopped believing.
In Britain, August is part of the summer holidays. This never used to be about having fun though. Crops are beginning to ripen and children were needed to help reap the harvest. August was always a busy month.
It's strange to think how a sticky, sweet substance made by insects can wield so much power.