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While Egypt was building the pyramids, Britain was already running a mine. โ›๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง In a forest in Norfolk, the ground is covered in hollows. Hundreds of them. ๐ŸŒฒ The Anglo-Saxons thought a god had made them. They named the place after him. Grim's Graves. ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ They were wrong. People...

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Darcy Dewar ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Darcy Dewar5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Bloody love your posts! โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Thank you, glad you're enjoying them ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us! ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿซก

ms nobodyโ€ฆ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
ms nobodyโ€ฆ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ5 ๅคฉๅ‰

@Lynda_1911 Proud of us ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡งโค๏ธ.

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

@Lynda_1911 As you should be. ๐Ÿซก๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

ms nobodyโ€ฆ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
ms nobodyโ€ฆ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ5 ๅคฉๅ‰

@Lynda_1911 Alwaysโ€ฆ I was taught history in school, our historyโ€ฆ itโ€™s now being erased as if it never happenedโ€ฆ love and appreciate your posts ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡งโค๏ธ.

James.P-2025 ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
James.P-20255 ๅคฉๅ‰

We had a name, the Celts, and depending on the region you had a tribal name; Iceni, Brigantes, Silures, Caledonii etc.

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Great names, and they were ours ๐Ÿ™Œ The Iceni, Brigantes and Silures are the names the Romans wrote down, around 2,000 years after these mines were dug. That's what blows our mind: the miners at Grime's Graves were working the chalk long before any of those names existed. Makers first, names later ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

James.P-2025 ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
James.P-20255 ๅคฉๅ‰

We also have the Great Orme Copper Mines in North Wales, probably operating during the same kind of time period, and the copper from those mines has been found in axe heads all across europe. We were amazing people, shame our leaders have betrayed all that history so completely.

Mrs.H. ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Mrs.H.5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Love this. We have driven past the signpost for Grimes Graves often, and have always been intrigued to know more. Thank you!

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Next time, pull in! ๐Ÿ™Œ You can climb down a ladder into one of the shafts, Greenwell's Pit, and stand where they dug 4,500 years ago. It's run by English Heritage, so check the opening times before you go ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

Mrs.H. ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Mrs.H.5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I fancy that!

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Let us know how it goes! (A picture from down the shaft would be fantastic!) ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

Mrs.H. ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Mrs.H.5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I'll try,but you might have to wait quite some time!

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

No need to rush, it's a drop in the ocean of 4000 years! ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ™

CyberBob ๐Ÿ˜Ž ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
CyberBob ๐Ÿ˜Ž5 ๅคฉๅ‰

We are builders we are pioneers, and that was taken away. Proud Of Us

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

They could never take it away. It's just been temporarily forgotten. We are unstoppable. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

CyberBob ๐Ÿ˜Ž ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
CyberBob ๐Ÿ˜Ž5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Very true ๐ŸŽฏ

HAware ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
HAware5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Mining Truth #CareForBritain

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Mining the truth, 4,500 years deep โ›๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

simon greenslade ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
simon greenslade5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Can you do the 2 king Arthur's please

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

On the list! Thanks for the suggestion. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

Shane Brennan ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Shane Brennan5 ๅคฉๅ‰

๐Ÿ‘

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

Georgina ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Georgina5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Share far and wide folks Best educational and fun channel out there Remember Remember who you are Remember ๐Ÿ˜‡

Proudofus.uk ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Proudofus.uk5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Thank you Georgina ๐Ÿ™ That's exactly why we do it. Remember who we are ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

kevin lampen ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
kevin lampen5 ๅคฉๅ‰

When I was a kid around 8 years old in 1973 I lived 3 miles from grimes graves .. I used to go there and go into the chalk mines .. they had a metal lid that wasn't locked .. the temperature was very chilled

Dallayexsinos ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Dallayexsinos5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I maintain that the Romans were wrong about the Britons name meaning, at the time of contact the Britons were known as far as Greece as master metal smiths, when the Britons tell them the ethnonym "Pretanni" they didnt mean "tattood people" i.e woad, they ment "the shapers"

Rum River Sports Cards and Reviews ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Rum River Sports Cards and Reviews5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Did any of those axes survive today? Do the Britโ€™s still use black flint for anything today?

Based Neanderthal ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Based Neanderthal5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Wow! Very interesting.

Notes To Elon ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Notes To Elon5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I'm not sure this is worthy of comparing to Egypt or Rome in this context. The 4th sentence is not understandable. After whom? The Anglo-Saxons (plural) that found them?

Notify The Dog's Next Of Kin ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Notify The Dog's Next Of Kin5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I've been there a couple of times as a child. Did you know that flint and flint tools from there have been found widely, all over Europe?

Aurimas ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Aurimas5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I'm super white Indo-European immigrant. I'm here bit over 20 years And I'm sad what this country became. Or what atrocities browns did to your children. I'm partially political refugee And stil can say my homeland slowly recovering. But England still down the hill.

Based Neanderthal ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Based Neanderthal5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Equally mind-blowing is how those flint nodules formed there. @Grok, What is the mechanism that explains flint nodules in chalk beds in Norfolk?

Graham Binks ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Graham Binks5 ๅคฉๅ‰

I've climbed down. It was quiet and quite claustrophobic, but what an atmosphere! The workplace of our ancestors.

Crone ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Crone5 ๅคฉๅ‰

Been there, it's amazing. One of the chambers and an aerial shot from above. Digging rabbits turn up flints from below.

Bosco ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Bosco5 ๅคฉๅ‰

@THEDuaneCates Lolz. Look at your country now. Overrun and invaded.

Gav ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Gav5 ๅคฉๅ‰

You are the best subscription I ever bought. I need to go and visit these. Keep up the great work.

SnoopDoge ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
SnoopDoge5 ๅคฉๅ‰

โ€˜Grimes gravesโ€™

Jason ็š„ๅคดๅƒ
Jason5 ๅคฉๅ‰

โค๏ธ

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๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Britain. 1943. The war was being fought on every front. But the coal mines were failing. Without coal there was no steel. No ships. No weapons. A hundred thousand miners had left for the front. So Ernest Bevin announced a solution. Every tenth man called up for military service would not go to war. He would go underground. The ballot was random. No exceptions. No appeals. University students. Office workers. Farmersโ€™ sons. Forty-eight thousand of them. They were called the Bevin Boys. None of them had ever been in a mine. The tunnels were four feet high. The coal had to be cut by hand. Six days a week. Ten hours a day. Some were injured. Some were killed. They received no campaign medals. No recognition whatsoever. But they kept the steel mills running. The ships sailing. The weapons being made. They kept Britain in the war. When the war ended, most were not released for months. Some were refused their old jobs when they came back. For decades they were not eligible for veteran status. It took until 1995 for them to receive formal recognition. Forty-eight thousand young men who went down instead of going to war. That is your history. And almost no one is telling you. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Proud Of Us is funded entirely by our own community. No sponsors. No advertisers. Help us keep our history alive. Be Part Of Us. Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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Most people in Britain carry DNA that traces back over four thousand years.๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡งโŒ›๏ธ Before the Romans. Before the Anglo-Saxons. Before the Vikings. Your ancestors were already here. And scientists just proved what they built. In 1999, two men pulled something from a German hilltop. The oldest map of the night sky ever found. Anywhere. The Nebra Sky Disc. 3,600 years old. Found in Germany. But scientists traced the gold. Atom by atom. It came from Cornwall. The tin? Also Cornwall. Your ancestors mined it from this ground. It travelled 4,000km. Across the sea, through Europe, to the Mediterranean. Without tin, you cannot make bronze. No tools. No weapons. No civilisation as we know it. Egypt. Greece. None of them could function without what came from these islands. Near Stonehenge, they found a chieftain with a gold lozenge on his chest and a dagger with 140,000 gold studs. Each thinner than a human hair. They tested the gold. Cornwall. Again. Stonehenge was 500 years old when the first pyramid was built. They taught you these islands were at the edge of the world. They were at the centre of it. The miners. The traders. The builders. They never left. Their DNA is still here. In you. Be proud of that. They taught you Rome brought civilisation to Britain. They didn't teach you Britain supplied the metal that built it. We will. Be part of us. ๐Ÿซก Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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In 1943, Black American soldiers arrived in Lancashire.๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ Back home, they couldn't eat in the same restaurants as white people. Couldn't drink in the same bars. The locals didn't care about any of that. They said come in. Same pubs. Same pints. Same welcome as everyone else. They danced together. Drank together. Walked through the village together. One soldier said he didn't know he was coloured until he looked in the mirror. Then the US commanders tried to stop it. They demanded the village separate them. Every pub refused. A barmaid called Gillian Vesey served whoever was next. No exceptions. Military police walked into a pub and tried to arrest a soldier for wearing the wrong uniform. A British soldier stood up. "Why do you want to arrest them? They're not doing anything wrong." That night, things turned violent. A soldier was killed. The commanding general blamed the white officers. Racist officers were removed. The soldiers went home. But they carried something with them. The memory of a place that treated them like people. One veteran said: "These soldiers were never going back to accept being treated as less." "None of us were." A small Lancashire village showed them what was possible. Not by marching. Not by protesting. Just by being decent. They didn't think they were being brave. They were just being British.๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง This is who we are. Help us show the world. Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง You have been told Britain was a backwater before Rome. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง But people walked from the Alps to reach this island 2,400 years before Rome arrived. ๐Ÿ”๏ธ They came carrying gold no one in Britain had ever seen. ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ‘€ In 2002, Wessex Archaeology dug at Boscombe Down near Amesbury, Wiltshire. They opened the richest Bronze Age grave ever found in Britain. More than 100 objects buried with him. Five Beaker pots. Sixteen finely worked flint arrowheads. Copper knives. Stone wristguards. And two small folded sheets of gold. The earliest gold ever found in Britain. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ He was in his mid-forties. Robust. Broad-shouldered. And carrying an old wound. A leg infection that had bent his bones. And yet he had walked here. From what is now Switzerland. More than a thousand miles, walked on a damaged leg, to a country he had chosen. His teeth gave him up. Tooth enamel holds the chemistry of the water you drank as a child. And his chemistry was wrong for Britain. The strontium and oxygen pointed to the cold-climate valleys of the Alps. He was born more than a thousand miles east of where he died. But buried in Britain. He came to a people who had been here for thousands of years. Stonehenge was being completed. Bronze was new technology. A bronze-worker could become wealthy on these islands. He was not running from something. He had come toward something. And he stayed. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง The British were already here. Long before him. Long after him. They have been here for thousands of years. And they are still here. โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” Our story is older than his. Older than Rome. Older than the pyramids. Help us put our story where our children can find it. ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐Ÿ‘ˆ Be part of us. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง A British Bronze Age family sat down to dinner. Their house caught fire and fell into the marsh. Three thousand years on, their porridge is still in its bowl. Cambridgeshire. The Fenland. Around 1,000 BC, a British family had built a village on wooden stilts above the marsh. Nine round houses linked by a timber walkway. One evening they sat down to eat. ๐Ÿ”ฅ The thatch caught. The fire moved fast. They grabbed what they could and ran. Their footprints sank into the mud below the platform. The houses collapsed into the marsh. And the marsh held everything where it fell. Three thousand years later, Cambridge archaeologists drained the silt. The village rose back up. The bowl of porridge was still on the table, the wooden spoon still in it. The bread was still in the oven. The wheels were still in the shed. The dog was still by the fire. ๐Ÿ›ž Wheels of solid oak. Glass beads worked by hand. Finely woven cloth. Bronze axes and spears and sickles. Tools any modern carpenter would recognise. Britain's Bronze Age Pompeii. Excavated by the Cambridge Archaeological Unit in 2015 and 2016. A British family lived here. They were not primitive. They were us. โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” British history is what we have all achieved on these islands. We tell the parts that get left out. We are funded by people who think it matters. Will you help us on our journey? ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐Ÿ‘ˆ Be part of us. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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You have walked past one of these and never known what it was. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง 1,600 buildings across Britain. 36,000 people inside them tonight. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ Most of them built by people who died before any of us were born. โšฑ๏ธ The buildings are called almshouses. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ In the Lincolnshire town of Stamford, Browne's Hospital was built in 1485 by a wool merchant called William Browne. ๐Ÿ‘ He built it to house twelve elderly people who could not house themselves. Five hundred and forty years later, twelve elderly people are still living there. โณ It has never stopped. Browne was not alone. Some almshouses were built in the fourteen hundreds. Some in the fifteen hundreds. Some in the sixteen hundreds. A wool merchant. A bishop. A widow. A weaver. And many, many more. ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ Each one looking at the people around them who had nothing, and deciding that something had to be built. Each one leaving their money to keep it open after they were gone. โœ๏ธ Each building still standing. Each building still housing. ๐Ÿ  Six centuries of British people looking after each other. ๐Ÿค Six centuries of homes still open to those who need them. ๐Ÿšช This is what Britain has always been. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง This is what we mean when we say we're proud of where we come from. ๐Ÿ™ We are a growing community of British people, proud of an island that built a better life for everyone on it. And then for half the world. ๐ŸŒ The homes. The laws. The hospitals. The freedoms. Not waiting. Not asking. Building. ๐Ÿงฑ This is who we are. This is who we have always been. Find out more at Be part of us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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The CELTS were here for A THOUSAND YEARS before Rome even looked at this island ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡งโš”๏ธ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ We told you about Alfred. The king who hid in a swamp and saved a civilisation. But before Alfred. Before the Saxons. Before Rome ever set foot here. Someone was already here. The Celts. They didn't arrive with an invasion fleet. They came in waves, over centuries. They built hill forts that still scar the landscape today. Maiden Castle in Dorset. One of the largest in Europe. Built by hand. Defended by ditches so deep an army would break before it reached the walls. ๐Ÿ”๏ธ They were farmers. Metalworkers. Warriors. Their art? Swirling, intricate knotwork. They were making it two thousand years ago. They had druids. Priests, judges, keepers of knowledge. They memorised everything. Laws, history, medicine. Nothing written down. Carried in their heads. And when Rome came, the Celts didn't kneel. Boudica. Queen of the Iceni. The Romans flogged her. Attacked her daughters. She raised an army and burned Colchester, London, and St Albans to the ground. ๐Ÿ”ฅ The ash layer is still in the soil today. Rome won in the end. But it took them decades to control an island they thought would fall in weeks. And when Rome left in 410 AD, the Celts were still here. Their blood, their language, their stories. Woven into everything that came after. The Saxons. The Vikings. The Normans. All of them built on what the Celts had already laid down. Wales. Cornwall. Scotland. Ireland. Brittany. The Celtic world didn't vanish. It moved to the edges. And it held on. ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐Ÿ€ It's still holding on. So are we. ๐Ÿ‘‰ Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง In a Welsh sea cave 33,000 years ago... ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ A young man was buried by his people with red ochre and grave goods. It is the oldest formal burial ever found in Western Europe. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ Goat's Hole cave sits high in a Welsh sea cliff on the Gower Peninsula. Above the sea, beneath the headland. 33,000 years ago, this coast looked nothing like it does today. The sea was lower. The land was colder. The Bristol Channel was mammoth steppe. But the cave was already there. A young man died. He was around 21 years old. Slender. ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ And his people prepared him. They wrapped him in cured hide. They covered him with red ochre โ€” a pigment they used only for the dead. They placed grave goods beside him. A carved rod of mammoth ivory. Perforated wolf teeth. Periwinkle shells from the shore. They did not bury him quickly. They did not bury him alone. They did not bury him without his things. They buried him with grief. Time passed. The sea rose. The cliff stayed. And the young man slept. In 1823, the Reverend William Buckland of Oxford found the bones. And got everything about them wrong. He decided the bones belonged to a Roman-era prostitute. He called the burial the ๐ŸŽRed Lady of Paviland๐ŸŽ He was wrong on three counts. The bones were not Roman. They were Paleolithic. The bones were not female. They were male. And the bones were not a prostitute. They were a young man buried by his people with dignity and grief. The people who buried him did not vanish. Their descendants moved across these islands as the climate changed. They became Britons. Their descendants became the British. And the British still bury their dead with care. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Dignity is one of the oldest things on these islands. And the people who feel it are still here. โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” The Red Lady is not a lady. He is our oldest link to the world that made us. This video was made in Britain. So our children inherit what made us. We can't do it without you. ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐Ÿ‘ˆ Be part of us. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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For a thousand years, when nobody was coming to help the British people, the British people helped each other. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง That has always been our answer. Long before any state asked it of us. Long before any law required it. We were already looking after each other. ๐Ÿ™ In the year 900, every Anglo-Saxon man was bound by oath to nine of his neighbours. If one was wronged, the other nine were responsible for putting it right. โš–๏ธ The whole village answerable for each other. It wasn't charity. It wasn't kindness. It was the law. By the 1300s, every English parish kept what they called a poor box. ๐Ÿž Bread for the family who couldn't farm. Wool for the widow who couldn't weave. Coin for the orphan with no one. The state didn't tell them to. The state didn't even exist yet. They just did it. In the 1400s, the wealthy started leaving their fortunes in their wills. Not to their children. Not to the church. To strangers. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ To houses where elderly neighbours could live for the rest of their lives. Some of those almshouses, founded six hundred years ago, are still housing British people today. In the 1700s, the working men came together. They didn't own land. They didn't have fortunes. They had a few pennies a week. So they pooled them. They called themselves Friendly Societies. โณ If a member fell sick, his family was fed. If a member died, his children were buried with dignity. If a member was injured, the doctor's bill was paid. By the 1870s, half the working men of Britain belonged to one. Long before there was a welfare state, the British working class had built one for themselves. Penny by penny. ๐Ÿช™ In 1824, William Hillary watched a ship break up off the Isle of Man. He could hear the sailors calling for help. Nobody was coming for them. No navy. No coastguard. No state. โ›ต So Hillary asked the British people to be the ones who came. Volunteers. Donations. Lifeboats. Two centuries later, the RNLI has saved more than 146,000 lives. Still volunteer-run. Still funded by donations. Still no state involvement. ๐ŸŒŠ In 1862, half a million Lancashire mill workers were out of work. A naval blockade had cut off the slave-grown cotton from America. Their families were starving. Someone offered them slave-grown cotton from elsewhere. Just to keep working. They voted on it. In Manchester's Free Trade Hall. They voted no. They chose hunger. For people they would never meet. For people enslaved on the other side of an ocean. ๐Ÿ’” In 1911, a chancellor named Lloyd George stood up in Parliament. He had a plan. Workers would pay a few pennies a week. Their employers would pay too. And in return, when a worker fell sick, his family would be fed. The doctor's bill would be paid. He didn't invent the idea. He copied it. From the Friendly Societies the British working class had been running themselves for two hundred years. Thirty-seven years later, a Welsh miner's son named Aneurin Bevan made it national. ๐Ÿฅ They called it the National Health Service. One of the proudest achievements in British history. And it was built on the model the Friendly Societies had been running for two hundred years before it. British working people had already invented it. The state finally caught up. The state didn't give us this. We gave it to ourselves. โœŠ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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You were told the Anglo-Saxons were barbarians. ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง They were not. They made gold-work as fine as anything continental Europe produced in the 7th century. 5 kilograms of it. Buried in a Staffordshire field for 1,300 years. In July 2009 a man named Terry Herbert went detecting on a working farm. He swept his detector across a ploughed field. And the headphones screamed. Gold. The largest Anglo-Saxon gold hoard ever found. 4,000 pieces. 5 kilograms of gold. 1.4 kilograms of silver. โš”๏ธ Almost all military fittings. Sword pommels. Helmet cheek-pieces. Shield mounts. Inlaid with 5,000 garnets. Garnets traded from as far as India. Filigree gold-work so fine modern goldsmiths have not been able to match it. ๐Ÿ”ฅ All of it deliberately broken. Sword pommels twisted off. Helmet pieces folded over. Crosses bent and crushed. The hoard is from the 7th century. The high Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Mercia. Stripped from the bodies of defeated enemies in a battle history did not write down. Or stripped from royal armour given as offerings before a campaign. Nobody knows which. But the broken gold sat in a Staffordshire field for 1,300 years. Until a metal detectorist swept across it. ๐Ÿ›๏ธ The Mercian kings have been forgotten. The battle that ended their warriors has no name. But the gold they wore was worked by British hands. And it is as fine as any gold-work of its century in Europe. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง You were told the Anglo-Saxons were barbarians... They were not. They were among the most accomplished goldsmiths of their age. โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” The gold waited 1,300 years to be found. The hands that worked it were British. Our work is made in Britain, for Britain. Help us find the rest. ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐Ÿ‘ˆ Be part of us. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Chapter One. The Beginning of the End. This is the story of how ordinary British people ended slavery. It starts here. In 1086. William the Conqueror had just seized England by force. His first act was to count everyone in it. What the 'Domesday Book' revealed was extraordinary. More than seventy percent of the people on this island belonged to someone else. Not slaves. But not free. Serfs. Bound to the land from birth. Unable to leave. Unable to own property. Their children inherited their chains automatically. Then in 1348, the Black Death arrived. Within two years it had killed nearly half the population of England. Villages emptied overnight. And the survivors realised something the lords had hoped they never would. They had power. They demanded wages. They walked off the land. They refused to return on the old terms. Parliament passed a law in 1351 to force them back. The people ignored it. In 1381, sixty thousand ordinary people marched on London. They burned the records that proved their bondage. They demanded to be treated as human beings. The king rode out, made promises, then broke every one of them. The leaders were hunted down and executed. But serfdom never recovered. Without a single law. Without a king declaring it so. Over the next hundred years it quietly collapsed. The English simply stopped accepting it. By 1500 it was dead. Three hundred years before France. Nearly four hundred before Russia. This was the character being forged. On this soil. By ordinary people who refused to stay down. And they were just getting started. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Their individual stories are on our page. Our book is coming soon. Help us make this possible. Be Part Of Us. Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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2,000 years ago, ordinary Britons moved a million tonnes of chalk by hand. ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง They raised the largest Iron Age hillfort in Britain, and you can still walk its ramparts today. On the chalk downland of Dorset, the British tribe of the Durotriges built Maiden Castle. Generations of them cut 3 concentric ramparts into the chalk by hand, each up to 30 feet high. Inside, a town of roundhouses, granaries and smithies. In AD 43, a Roman legion marched on it. In the eastern gateway, archaeologists later found a war cemetery. At least 14 of the bodies show wounds from blade and bolt. One man still has a Roman ballista bolt lodged in his spine. One woman bears a sword wound at her neck. They were buried with care, by their own people. Recent re-analysis suggests the burials may span generations rather than a single battle. What is not in doubt is the scale of what the Durotriges built, the violence of the age, and the dignity of how they buried their dead. And they did not vanish. They stayed on the land. Their chalk still holds the ramparts above Dorchester today. We tell the parts of our history that get left out, free, for anyone who wants them. If you can afford to, help us teach thousands their own history: Want to learn more? Be part of us. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Be Proud Of Us. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง

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