Flodden Field today. The Scottish held the high ground of the ridge in front, which is to the south. The English had gone around and came against them from the northern, lower ridge whence the photo is taken.

Today the valley is drained and cultivated, but 500 years ago it was overgrown with scrubs and the bottom was boggy marshland. When the Scots discovered that they were cut off from their homeland by the English, they left their advantageous position, and started moving downhill. They won the first skirmish, and emboldened by this they sat off in great numbers. Once in the marshes they began to falter and the discipline needed to use the long spears the French had supplied them with, fell apart. The English could now hack away at will and their (in)famous longbows did the rest of the slaughter.

So this is pretty much where 10-20 thousand soldiers were killed, fighting in knee deep mud, with pikes, spears, arrows and I dare say their bare hands.

Today, there is nothing left of the horrors of five hundred years ago. The battle is a faint memory in a long and bloody history between two neighboring nations and in the words of that old Scottish tune, "the flowers of the forest are all withered away".

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