While I would never think of Plymouth as a vacation destination (one of those places we locals totally take for granted) this was actually fun. What boy doesn' t love meeting real indians (Native Americans to those politically correct people who also coined the term 'pretzel legs' for sitting indian style) who know how make and throw spears. And sitting on deer skin beds while they listen to the women talk about the work (Good God-The work!! I would've been one of those faint at heart women who stayed back in England, thankyouverymuch) while in a hut with fires burning inside and rabbit cooking in the pot.
Kind of steeped in history round here.
A view from the fortress.
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