Preparing for Travel: Letters from the History Nook

Hello Nooklings, happy Wednesday!

It is finally time to prep for my holiday! I say holiday, it's more of a busman's holiday. I'll be working for one of the days, and being a tour guide for the other two, but those are both things I love doing, so it won't be so bad!

But, what exactly does a traveling historian need to prep? Let me tell you!

First, and most importantly, I need to make sure my Viking costume is ready for work and make sure I've packed every piece I'm going to need. Thankfully I won't need my winter layers, so it's just my underdress, overdress, brooches, beads, belt, belt pouch, knife... I think that's everything?

Okay, now onto the other prep tasks! I need to charge... everything. Both power banks, neck fan, hand fan, Bluetooth speaker, Bluetooth headphones, mini printer... I think my laptop is the only thing I don't need to charge!

I've planned our itinerary around when certain museums will be open, my outfits are planned, and my adorable travel sized toiletries are already packed.

I think the last thing I need to do is schedule my blog posts.

This week in my life At the weekend I went to a gamin event with one of my favourite humans and had a delightful time playing with Street Pixel by Biome Collective. I highly recommend check it out HERE. Not sponsored or anything, I just love what they're creating!

This week in the Nook

Here are the latest blog posts! I've written The First Museum I Fell in Love With: A love Letter to Weston Park Museum

Myth, Moons, and Mischief: A Guide to the Names in Our Sky

Forged in Steel: HMS Dreadnought (1906)

Leo's Corner While my sunbeam is off preparing Viking brooches and charging half the gadgets in existence, I’ve been musing on what it means to “travel like a historian.” It isn’t just about luggage and costumes—it’s about carrying curiosity as your compass.

A historian never really travels light. We pack questions, we collect stories, we notice the oddities others pass by. Every train station is a portal, every museum a trove, every cobbled street a footnote. That’s what makes these “busman’s holidays” so rich—work and wonder blur into one.

So, dear Nooklings, whether you’re setting off somewhere new or simply walking a familiar route with fresh eyes, bring a historian’s gaze with you. History is stitched into every brick, every borrowed teacup, every overheard song. The trick is remembering to look.

Until next time, Signa, Leo, and Index

🐾 A Footnote from Index 🐾 I, too, am preparing for this “holiday.” I shall be guarding the flat, the snacks, and the best sunbeams. If anyone asks, I’m in charge now.