Does it sound strange to you? Well, I guess it might. It is the old name of the little English village where I live.
I am going back to the Roman days of long ago, actually to the year A.D. 71, when the Romans invaded and defeated the then largest and most powerful tribe in Britain, the Brigantes.
Here, where I have now made my home, an important civilian town was then established and it was named Isurium Brigantum, after the natives who lived here then.
Some of the reasons for this location were proximity to lead mining, a ford that was already established across the nearby river Ure, and... this being a focal point... so providing a network of roads leading to other important towns.
Roman roads here-abouts are known for their straight and direct line from one town to the next. Even now one can still detect which is a Roman road. There is never a bend or a curve in it. One still exists in front of my house. Even though the surface has been replaced untold times, it's still the same road. All one has to do is dig down and there are the stones that the Romans trod.
Isurium followed the usual pattern of a Roman town, covering an area of about 50 acres. The present village lies within the bounderies of the Roman town, but away from the occasional flooding of the river Ure.
When one digs in one's garden, chances are that one might unearth some old pavements or some mosaics. Chards of crockery are not uncommon, nor are bits of metal such as corroded iron that seemed to have been part of perhaps a utensil.
As I look out of my kitchen window I look down on the Manor Gardens. I see grass, lots of grass, and it stays green all throughout the year.
The whole area in that direction is somewhat hilly... or one might say that there are many humps and bumps.
These protrusions are deposits of time over the remains of a town that existed here in this spot almost two thousand years ago.
It boggles the mind.
Sometimes bits of stone wall will poke through the grass... and these are the remains of those long-ago Roman days.
At times digs, excavations, are in progress, when another bit of ancient history comes up into the light of day.
Where formerly there were the Roman Baths, I now see flower beds, neatly enclosed by low hedging.
Roses do particularly well, and so do the lilacs.
I see trees, old trees, and most of them are oaks and chestnuts. As a backdrop I see forest, old forest... alas, I can't identify the trees too well.
But I do know an evergreen when I see one ... because they stay green all year and at Christmastime we have one of them in our house. So I can say without a doubt that there are evergreens intermingled with perhaps oaks and chestnut trees. Now how is that for my horticultural knowledge?
As one might imagine, wildlife is rampant. They couldn't have a better place.
Yes, the pheasants are plentiful and always welcome, and the nearby butcher sells them for about a pound a piece.
It's a bit different with the foxes... and I guess the war between fox and man will always be with us. They are trying to make laws, new laws, that will protect the fox...... but now I am getting into politics, and that I surely don't want to do.
Wouldn't you like to visit England?