I had a tooth out on Monday so had to convalesce. That, together with some very dull grey weather, has been perfect for working at the PC. It’s been a productive week.
I finished translating the text giving an account of the transfer of the relics of Saint Botolph and other saints to Thorney Abbey under King Edgar, at the direction of St Ethelwold. The latter hired a dubious low-born “monk” named Ulfkitel to do the grave-robbing, and the text is basically a description of how he went about it. Extraordinary.
In fact the Botolph material is getting close to done. I combined almost all the materials into a single file this week, English and Latin, ready to release, including whatever introductory material I had written. This feels like huge progress, and so it is. We’re very close.
One loose end with the Botolph stuff is that I was never able to transcribe the Lincoping Breviary entry on St Botolph. This was for a prosaic reason: it’s a manuscript, not a printed edition, and I couldn’t read the script! It’s in a horrible cheap Gothic hand, heavily abbreviated, where I can’t tell the difference between “u” and “n”, or between “ui” and “m”. But I can read more each time I have a go at it. I might post the two pages here, with what I have done, and see if anyone else can read more. That might be fun!
Another loose end is that there is a manuscript of the abbreviated “Life” of St Botolph in York, in York Minster Library, and I had forgotten all about it. Aargh! I’ve collated all the other manuscripts that I know about, but I have no photographs of it. So on Friday I wrote to the library asking if they could photograph it for me with a smartphone – it can only be 3-4 pages – or let me do so.
I wouldn’t mind a quick trip to York, if they’d let me photograph. I wouldn’t mind visiting the Minster library. The weather isn’t great, but I do have history with the city.
I first visited York back in 1981, when my sister applied to do a degree there. It was the time of the Yorkshire Ripper, and my parents sent me along with her as bodyguard when she went to interview. While she was being interviewed, I popped round to Vanburgh College on the campus. A girl from my class at school was studying there, and I had had a huge crush on her. Sadly, when I appeared at her room unexpectedly, I found that my reception was much less warm than I had hoped. She passed out of my life in 1983, and died young, poor girl, nearly twenty years ago.
Very many years later I stopped in York for a couple of days, when I did a trip up to visit Hadrian’s Wall one summer. I stayed in the Hilton Hotel, which was small but very smart. For some reason I stumped up for a “Queen” room with a view of Clifford’s Tower – one of the best rooms in the hotel.
Years later again, before Covid, I went there for a few days with my girlfriend, and we got two Queen rooms in the same hotel, and explored the city together. A few years later again, after Covid; we stayed again, in what we found had become a very run-down hotel where the air-conditioning had failed and the furnishings were barely above Premier Inn standard. This was in the summer, and the lack of aircon was burdensome. I remember talking to a businessman in the corridor, and commiserating about the standard. Yet the room rates and cost for breakfast were as luxury as ever. I ended up getting breakfast by walking to the nearby Marks and Spencer cafe, at a fraction of the price. So I’d have to stay somewhere else if I go to York. But it wouldn’t matter. I could even visit their Christmas market.
All the same, I do have hopes that the “staff” will help me. I received an automated email response, that they would get back to me in “less than eight weeks.” But I don’t expect that means anything sinister. Most cathedrals rely on a handful of volunteers to do everything, with a tiny number of permanent staff, so can make no guarantees. Generally I have found the libraries and archives very helpful indeed.
I’m also working on an article about the origins of All Saints Day. But not until I can kill off Botolph, once and for all. We’re so close!
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