Flinty gaze

Not all of us know what “flint” is.  flint, sure—that’s the thing you make a spark off in an old Zippo, or in Scouts, or that you can splinter down (knapping) to make a sharp arrow- or spear-head.

But—a flint house?

Growing in a chalk hillside?

In layers?

And as the “sand” (or rather, shingle) on a beach?

Flint. Live in it, stab your prey with it, start your dinner fire with it.

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  1. susan on September 16, 2018 at 11:50 am

    wonderful! those of us living in Missouri know about flint, but i am not sure i have seen a flint house before!

  2. Jan on September 16, 2018 at 2:22 pm

    Oh my, what a title for a book!

  3. Pam on September 23, 2018 at 2:58 pm

    Looks like a lovely Sussex House to me. Those flinty walls and hot days form as some of my very earliest memories.

  4. TheMadLibrarian on September 24, 2018 at 1:24 pm

    I knew what flint was, or possibly chert, from finding the leftovers where the local Native Americans had done their tool-making; flint where I live had to be brought in from some distance, over trade networks. A house constructed of flint nodules I mainly encountered from reading, first from Susan Cooper’s The Dark Is Rising series, then from Terry Pratchett’s books about Granny Weatherwax and Tiffany Aching and living on the Chalk. If geology is your bag, learning about flint and chalk and chert and how they are formed is fascinating.

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