The 20th of November could have been England's national day. Saint Edmund's Day would have brought out the bunting, street parties and feasting. But no. Edmund lost out. Twice.
I had never heard of Modwen before I moved to Burton-upon-Trent. I bet no one else has, either. But there some very bizarre stories about her abilities to bring people and animals back to life. And the swans...
Alfred is a very special English king.
It's funny how things pan out sometimes. Nothing can happen for ages and then it all comes at once. For example, there was a solar eclipse on 1 May 664. This was quickly followed by a plague and Deusdedit, the first Anglo-Saxon Archbishop of Canterbury, caught it and died.
You risk being knocked over if you say "cheese" in our house. Our cat will run at great speed from wherever she is to steal the dairy product. A real cheese monster. But there is another story about cheese that is much more disturbing.
June in England is supposed to be summer. And many English families take off to the beautiful countryside and coasts of Cornwall for their summer holiday. We all have great memories of Cornish holidays.
I don't know where I'd be without the Venerable Bede. He, along with The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles, is one of the major resources for my Dark Age novels.
I have not yet visited East Anglia, that rotund bump on the east of England. I do want to. I have heard that it is very flat and as I prefer hilly and mountainous terrain, that puts me off a bit. But the draw is still there, because East Anglia - the kingdom of the East Angles - was home to one of the great seventh century Anglo-Saxon kings, Raedwald.
Vortigern is one of the great legendary leaders of Britain. In true Dark Ages style, there is very little evidence about him or his achievements.
When my daughter was small she was a little put out that her parents were married and living together. The reason being that many of her friends had two homes, two bedrooms, an abundance of grandparents and a stepmother. "You don't want a stepmother," I told her. "Stepmothers are wicked." God forgive me.
The three-spired cathedral dominates this small city of Lichfield in Staffordshire. It stands in a cul-de-sac of holy buildings and is very tranquil. It's history is fascinating and is dedicated to Saint Chad.
I am a Pisces. How does that make you feel? To some that makes me a dreamer, indecisive, creative and lazy. To others - a nutter who believes in mumbo jumbo.
The last Anglo-Saxon king of England had a short reign, which ended at the Battle of Hastings.
Every year the conversation goes like this:
Child - "Santa isn't real, he's my dad!"
Me - "Wow! Your dad is Santa? How cool is that?"
Probably the most successful English king you have never heard of.
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.
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.
The great thing about half-truths is working out which half is the truth and which is the embroidered part. Of course, the fancy bits take a run-of-the-mill story and make it a legend. And Dark Ages England was full of them.
There is a farm in the valley where I live. When I first moved here in 1996, there was also a dairy farm but now there are only sheep and crops. I like the rural flavour that farms bring. The seasons are portrayed through the jobs: sowing, harvesting, hay stacks, golden fields of wheat and vibrant yellow rapeseed. And where would any of us be without farmers?
Anything valuable should be kept safe. And so it was with Wulfhere, one of the younger sons of King Penda of Mercia. When Penda was killed in the Battle of Winwaed in 655, Wulfhere and his younger brother were hidden away in a very safe place. Usually, royal children were fostered by other royal households, but there is no evidence where Wulfhere was taken.
Every year there is a campaign from someone somewhere about Saint George's Day. Often it is about making the national day for England a Bank Holiday, or to extend the drinking hours, or, in some cases, to be allowed to fly the English flag as some exuberant councils think it is racist. Yes, really. Bizarre.