Today is one of those interesting markers that writers of what if fantasy like to explore.
This morning in 1066 Harold sat upon the English throne.
By evening William of Normandy had become the “conqueror.”
What it, what if…
Among the what is, however, was that my direct paternal ancestor, father’s father thing, going back to somewhere in the frozen northern lands was part of William’s motley band. And they did okay, apparently, out of this little war. Another war at another generation a hundred years or so later would then bring the gene pool from England to Ireland…
Things appear to have gone down hill for the gene pool from there…
But that would be another story…