Ten Days' Tour through the Isle of Anglesea, December, 1802

December, 1802. A clergyman and antiquary named John Skinner packs his sketchbook and sets off across the wild Welsh island of Anglesey, chasing the ghosts of druids and the remnants of a civilization that predates Rome. What unfolds is not merely a travelogue but a journey into deep time: Skinner scrambles across windswept hillforts, pores over weathered stone circles, and records every carved ogham and Celtic cross before the old knowledge fades. This is Britain on the cusp of the Romantic age, when the ancients still felt close and the landscape had not yet surrendered to industrial forgetting. Skinner writes with the particular intensity of a man who knows he is documenting something vanishing. His Anglesey is haunted, beautiful, and laced with the particular melancholy of a winter journey through a place where the past refuses to stay buried.