Hello, and welcome to the Historiette site
My name is Tiana Wilson-Buys. I love history – always have. And I love sharing my history explorations with other like-minded people. Hence the birth of Historiette.
I have a particular interest in the medieval period (but I do explore and write about other historical periods too!). And I love buildings and architecture in general. So it’s no surprise then that you can often find me exploring medieval churches, old town walls, castles and forts. And then I share my experiences with others – here and on social media.
You see, I believe we all need to know more about our history. Our heritage. This is where we come from. It is part of our DNA. For me, understanding more about our history somehow completes me, in a way. And what is more fun than going on mini adventures to explore the past?
I hope, through Historiette, to inspire more people to explore amazing historical sites and buildings.
I invite you to explore the wonderful world of history with me.
Tiana
Recent Posts
Friday the 13th has always been deemed unlucky. Well, certainly since October 1307. On this day – Friday 13 October 1307 – all members…
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It is strange to think that, where I am standing looking up at Rosyth Castle, would have been under water not too long ago. …
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I couldn’t resist exploring the Vicar’s Pele Tower in Ponteland after visiting St Mary the Virgin Church. After all, the Pele Tower is literally…
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Standing solidly on the bank of the River Pont in Northumberland is the ancient church of St Mary the Virgin. A church has stood…
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“Sour Plums” is a very strange motto for a town, I would have thought 🤔. But this is Galashiels in the Scottish Borders and…
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Millions of people have been travelling to Iona Abbey over the past 1400 years. Many would have walked along Sraid Nam Marbh (the Street…
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The hill is terribly steep and slippery after two days of solid rain. Squishing my way through the mud and wet leaves, I finally…
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“Where are you looking to go, Pet?” asked one of the men sitting on a low wall in Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate Street. We clearly looked like…
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A low fog was rolling in from the sea. I pulled my raincoat closed and flipped the hood up over my head as the…
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The first parish kirk in Galashiels stood on a site just south of the Old Town Cross, along Church Street. It was built in…
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