long, book about dead Welsh people
finished The Life and Death of a Druid Prince today. They start from the pretty feasible (last meal was a burned fairly good quality cake, so this probably wasn't a sacrifice due to a crummy harvest; a guy in good shape with a full beard, carefully manicured fingers and no obvious signs of having ever been in a battle was probably a druid of some sort; maybe the only item of clothing was a suggestion for his name, because there *are* fairly well off Celts recorded as having had fox-inspired names) move through bit of a stretch innit (he willingly ate the burned cake, 60 CE was a shitty enough year for Britain that it may have occasioned the sacrifice) to just throwing out conjecture (he was from Ireland originally, and the reason he doesn't have a torc is it's probably at Llyn Cerrig Bach not far away).