In the searing heat of the Egyptian desert on the East bank of the Nile a young archaeologist, together with an old school friend, and a handful of local workers were digging their way into a long-forgotten tomb. read on>>
As was his habit on a Monday morning, Everest found he couldn’t resist the temptation of a bag of something or other from a sweet little sweet shop which just happened to be on his route. read on >>
Nearly 800 years before Everest Pearmain was buying aniseed balls from Winnie Wetherspoon, dawn was breaking on an unseasonably cold April morning.
It was the year 1252, and fifty-three hungry, bedraggled, and exhausted men were catching their first glimpse of the familiar white cliffs, after two long years of absence. read on>>