I was taught the rudiments of knapping one year when I was digging the neolithic.
One of the people running the dig got a big lump of flint.
A boulder!
And taught us how to knapp it.
It was fun. and I'd like to try again.
We keep thinking of going down south to rumage around the chalk lands, but the flint you find isn't good quality. It's been in the open too long and has been subject to to much damaging weather.
Which is probably why the neoliths used to mine it.
So, maybe I'll make arrowheads and pass them off as antiquities on ebay and make my fortune.,
There is a story that half the flints in British museums are fake.
back in the victorian antiquarian collector times there was this guy who could knapp flint the old way, and he used to make stuff and flog it to the amatur archaeologists, telling them he had found them in the fields.
It was a nice little earner, apparently!
The best thing I ever saw was a polished flint axe, brought fresh out the ground after 4000 years or so.
It was beautiful, as long as my hand and milky green where the cortex had begun to reform. And so smooth, like glass. Perfect in every detail.
how long it took them to polish it I don't know. It must have been a labour of love. And then it was deposited in a ditch in a causewayd enclosure.
Until a bunch of students came to dig it up.
Ididn't find it. I wish I had, but I saw it not long after it had been found, and I got to hold it.
It was a incredible, beautiful thing.
Strange too, it was like I was awestruck just holding it.
Lovely.
(you could take off your thumb with something like that!)