Luckily for me I rode to work again today so I was able to finish at 5 and get straight out for a couple of hours. I spent the day looking after other peoples mental health and then I got the sort of therapy I need. Two wheels and country lanes. Perfect.
This battle was a big deal. Long before the American War of independence, or Monsieur Guillotine won humane psychopath of the year in the French Revolution, our MPs, mostly Protestant, decided our King, a despicable Catholic wastrel, had to go. We invented chopping kings heads off and republics and all that. However after the Parliamentarian leader Cromwell turned out to be a despicable tyrant, banning dancing and Christmas and treating the Irish so appallingly that his place in history ranks along side Pol Pot or hitler. So we went back to having a King. We just don't let them make the rules and stuff so everyone stays happy. Anyway in terms of modern democracy people point to this bit of history and like to selectively remember old potato face Cromwell for the good things he did and ignore he was the 'all Britain biggest git' winner two years running. So that explains his statue outside the Houses of Parliament (my history is sketchy but I think he tried to ban that too!)
Rightly Northants is proud of this piece of history. It's well marked with lots of informative signs. The viewing platforms are a nice feature and I guess they're sort of set at 'view from a horse,' height. There's even a campsite for the Sealed Knot, the English Civil War reenactment society. They meet regularly and I've even been held up on a ride once as they marched down the road.