Imagine yourself then on the morning of Saturday 14th October, 1066. You're a Saxon warrior, a huscarl as it happens, and you've survived Stamford Bridge. You know your position here couldn't be better. You stand on the brow of the hill and look down hundreds of yards away at the opposition. Only have to do is to prevent the Normans from breaking through to the London road. They have the horses but then they have to ride them uphill. You look along the hillside and you see a densely-packed crowd of Englishmen. But the front are the huscarls, a wall of solid shields, and with them the axemen. But behind them are the part-timers, the fighting farmers, who must have time to find their courage.