I had a go at Flint knapping for the first time yesterday. It was run as a workshop by a local arts outreach company and the leader was a researcher in experimental archaeology.
This is something that I have wanted to rh for as long as I can remember, and it did not disappoint. We were set fairly simple tasks of breaking a fist sized lump of Flint into flakes, using a suitable one to shape into a knife blade and the rest to shape a hazel stick into a handle. The leader then helped us attach the blade using a glue ,ace from tree resin, bees wax and charcoal.
What became very clear was that this craft is one that is easy to start but extremely hard to become expert at. There is a real joy in the feeling that travels up your arm when the Flint flakes just as it should after a blow, but learning the character of the stone, adapting to it as it changes shape in your hands and learning to react to each pieces unique properties and flaws is where true mastery lies. And that takes years. But for just one day it was a lot of fun.
There was something truely primal in this activity. It was literally hitting one stone with another and then using the product of that to make a functional tool. There was nothing but your body and mind and the most raw of natural materials. It almost felt like a spiritual experience. Maybe that is over egging it but it really made me think about our technological achievements and how, in essence, all of the high tech gear I'm surrounded by every day is just another type of Flint knife. I also left feeling incredibly grateful for cutlery in a way I never have before... Two hours carving hazel with razor sharp flakes of Flint, just to make a handle will do that. (The blade took about 40 minutes as a comparison)
I would highly recommend having a go at Flint knapping if you have never done it. It made me feel connected with the unique abilities of our species in a way that no other creative activity ever has. Amazing.