Just to make the answer to yesterday's mystery object plain, here is a photo of the archer's thumb ring in situ on the blogger's thumb. The bowstring would have rested in the notch towards the left of the ring with the thumb curled, then it would release when the thumb was straightened. All clear?
8 comments:
Forgive me for throwing a tantrum, but once again Mike I've been robbed by inflation. From your description the item would be much too small to fit on a male thumb. I had forgotten how slowly coinage leaves your pocket, the modern shilling (5p) would pass through a hole that might accept a child's or lady's finger but never an archer's thumb.
I concede that you also named your shilling as a 10p and have just extracted one by great effort from my sporran, drawn around it, cut out a hole within its circumference and found it just admitted my thumb.
May I refer you to your photo where the coin seems to equal the distance from the back of the outer edge of the ring to the centre of the hump in front of the groove. I consider this to be a deceitful misappropriation of the parallax effect achieved by skillful arrangement of the artifact and its comparative coin.
I am deeply ashamed of myself for failing yet again to evade your cunning traps and congratulate you whole-heartedly on being the winner of the game and being the possessor of a superb example of our mediaeval heritage.
If it would not disadvantage you too much would it be possible to state actual sizes on future items?
Here endeth the apologium!
I suppose an Archer's Thumb is for turning the radio dial to Radio Four at 7pm.
All right, Crowbard. I'll give proper measurements of mystery objects in future; BUT, they'll be in feet, inches, and fractions thereof. I'm not going to be bothered with that silly continental metric measurements that Boney invented.
Hello Rog. I'm astonished to hear that the Archers start off at 7p.m. now. They used to finish then. It used to start at a quarter to seven, just like Dick Barton, Special Agent, which was a great deal more exciting.
Little could be more exiting than Phil Archer trying and failing to rescue his wife, Grace from Midnight's blazing stable.... except perhaps Dick Barton's theme tune which was very rousing... but I could never follow the plot...
'You got me, but you won't get Dick!'
I've bought a CD with every Paul Temple adventure on it and listen to it on my phone as I cycle through the yellow byways of Norfolk (having taken a Clarytin of course)
A very wise precaution, Rog. I use Victory V. Lozenges meself.
Hi Mike, I know its a tiresome aspect of the common market that we are occasionally required to conform to the froggy's screwy measure; it may help to recall Tallak's mnemonic for centimetre conversion.
'He was sent to meet her, it wasn't far, only 2/5ths of an inch.'
Since 1983, the metre has been internationally defined as the length of the path traveled by light in vacuum during a time interval of 1/299,792,458 of a second.
How utterly French/stupid is that! If it was rounded to a 300 millionth of a second no one would notice the difference!
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