Sunday I went flint hunting in a place a geologist pointed me out
I found the place and some nice layers of flint so I started to collect and examine it.
to my frustration almost every bit of flint I could detach was allready brittle, fractured or badly damaged by weather and expositions to elements
I must confess I did not have an heavy hammer but it would be very difficult to reach the most integer part and be able to detach it anyway
I went home with a handfull of flakes. I allready broke most of them. So far I have just a fingertip size birdarrow.
All that made me think about our ancestors and the huge amount of knowledge and handicraft.
They knew the places, they knew the materials and they used them to the fullest.
All things i allready pondered. This time learned the hard way
Great respect for those who lived long ago!