Diary: Secrets under the cellar floor

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MORE than 800 years after Thomas a Becket was put to the sword in Canterbury Cathedral, a couple in Eastry, Kent, have uncovered a tunnel underneath their house which some historians believe - and the Diary awaits definitive conclusions with interest - could have been used by the ill- fated Archbishop of Canterbury as he fled from Henry II to France in 1164.

The discovery would not have been made, I gather, without the assistance of a metal detector skillfully wielded by the couple's son Wayne as his parents prepared to replace their cellar floor. Urged on by Wayne, metal detector bleeping furiously, Tony Tunstall chipped away at the floor for several hours before coming across the tunnel, as well as the objects of the metal detector's curiosity, a ring and several ornate candlesticks.

Tunstall's wife, Beverley, a keen amateur historian, is excited by the find, as are medievalists at London University, on several counts. First, according to local church records, Thomas is believed to have hidden in Eastry en route for France (Thomas had blocked Henry's attempts to condemn corrupt clergy) and, second, the Georgian house (now on the market) was built on the site of an old rectory where Thomas is thought to have stayed. But it is not definitive. Claire Valente, a medievalist at Harvard, warns that the local church might have fabricated the records 100 years later in order to associate itself with the saint.

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Not waving but . . .

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British signature

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A DAY LIKE THIS

25 February 1848 Caroline Fox writes in her journal about the news from France: 'Louis Philippe and Guizot have both abdicated, and the Royal Family have quitted Paris. Arago, Odilon Barrot, and (Alphonse de) Lamartine are the new administration, desperately revolutionary. How far will they go? And how long will they last? The Palace of the Tuileries has been taken, furniture thrown out of the windows and burnt, and the throne paraded through the streets. Uncle Charles summing up the recent French rulers: Louis XVI, beheaded. Louis XVII, done away with. Napoleon, abdicated. Charles X, abdicated. Louis Philippe, abdicated; truly a most difficult people to govern. I have been so familiar of late with the French Revolution, through Carlyle and Burke, that all this fills one with a horrid dread of what next.'

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