Sometimes not thinking can be more effective than pondering, as Jake discovered. After work, an on-line crossword presented him with an anagram that set him on the right track. He’d made no progress in the past few days because Threekingham had changed its name. The Victorian writer had called Threekingham “Threckingham” and only a hundred years had passed. Place names were anyway variable and it was gnawing away at the back of his mind. Laundon, the place where Werburgh died. They’d found it as Loundon, but in either case, Laundon or Loundon, and this was the thing that he’d missed, it must have derived from lang dun. There it was. Threekingham was the place of the long hill.
notThreckinghamLaundonlang dunHe clicked on a new tab;
surely that part of Lincolnshire is as flat as a pool tab
