Saturday 11 September 6.00a.m.
The sun is just rising over the hill behind the camp. It's going to be a sunny day. That's good. Fighting in the wet,on a slippery,muddy field,can be very dangerous. I stoke up the camp-fire and make a cup of tea. There was no tea drunk in English until the 1600s. Vigdis would have had water or goat's milk with her breakfast. Me, I have tea and some 20th century cornflakes.