I know you have all been wondering
Well, actually quite a lot of people on social media seem to think they know already, and what's more regularly tell me, exactly what they think I am 🤣
So here it is !
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One storm. One fallen tree. One field in the Lake District. ✏️
The entire global pencil industry.
There is a field in the Lake District. Nothing remarkable about it. Fell sheep, grey sky, Cumbrian rain.
Until one day a storm came through. It uprooted a tree and underneath the roots was something nobody had ever seen before.
A black substance. Soft, dark, left a mark on everything it touched.
The shepherds didn't know what it was, but they used it to mark their sheep.
That was 1565.
It was the purest deposit of graphite ever found on earth. The only one like it. Ever. 🌍
Word spread fast.
The Crown seized the mine, put armed guards on the fell and flooded it between diggings to keep the price high.
Stealing graphite became a criminal offence.
Punishable by transportation to Australia.
Because this wasn't just for marking sheep.
It was perfect for lining cannonball moulds. It made England's cannonballs rounder. Faster. More deadly. ⚔️
England had a pencil monopoly for nearly a century. Every artist, every cartographer, every engineer in Europe. All of them wanted what was in that one Cumbrian field.
Slowly, workshops appeared in nearby Keswick. Cottage industries. Families cutting graphite into sticks.
Wrapping them in string. Then sheepskin. Then wood.
The pencil was born. ✏️
In a Cumbrian field. Because a storm uprooted a tree.
There is still a pencil factory in Keswick today. On the same site it has always been.
Did you know that?
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We find them. We tell them.
We put them in front of millions.
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— Sir Roger Scruton
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Another piece which shows how talented he is. The shadow work abs the colour of the water. I haven’t seen this one before
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