This week we went to visit somewhere that’s been on my bucket list for a long time…Sutton Hoo. As a family we have always been interested in fossils and bones and buried treasure! It starts off with dinosaurs, doesn’t it, when they are really tiny? All my children, and then grandchildren were the same. Eldest son still comes back from the beach with pockets full of exciting bits and pieces. My daughter-in-law is very long suffering! So far he hasn’t dragged a mammoth tusk home, but that’s not for the want of looking.

Sutton Hoo doesn’t date back that far, a mere 1,300 years, but is a fascinating and exciting historical find. If you have watched the 2021 film ‘The Dig’ you will know quite a bit about the story, although it was inevitably romanticised. If you haven’t seen it, it’s well worth a watch.

What made it especially interesting was that the person who organised the visit, a member of the walking group to which my husband belongs, actually had first-hand knowledge of the excavation work done in the sixties. Her archaeologist father was co-director of the dig and as a child she spent quite a lot of time there. This, combined with extremely knowledgeable National Trust guides, made for a fascinating and informative visit.

I’m rather embarrassed to say that I was ridiculously excited to be taken through a door in the house which was marked, ‘Archaeologists Only‘!

Higgins came too, of course, and just about managed to keep up with all the walking. There were plenty of people to give him a cuddle though, when necessary.

Back to the present day now, and the frogging of a bit of sock. You’d think by now I’d be able to do it off by heart but knitting in the evening when it’s past my bedtime is not a good idea. (No-one has a foot that shape!)

I’ll be back soon…x