is just discovering that the Ermine Street Guard exists. It’s so peculiarly British to take one’s weird hobby involving dressing up in strange outfits so seriously that one’s group ends up as a respected resource for academics pursuing a proper understanding of Roman military engineering and craftsmanship.

Even if they probably wouldn’t let me play with the onager

or the ballista or scorpion bolts for the catapulta either because it wouldn’t be archeologically correct, so girly old me would have to be a civilian, I’d still be thrilled to look at all the stuff they’ve made from old plans and descriptions in memoirs. Toga! Toga! Toga! (Well, palla and stola anyway)

The next time I go to the UK I am so going to check out their schedule of events.

Categories: history, Life

Tags: nostalgia, procrastinations