Going slag hunting

I mentioned a few days ago that I was going to visit an archaeological site. It just happens to be the ruins of the first iron foundry on the American continent, built in 1611, upstream from Jamestown, Virginia.


I had a conversation with the guide that day and he has agreed to visit me tomorrow, to be shown a pile of old slag that lies deep within the woodlands near my home. It may be historic, it may not be. Tomorrow, perhaps I shall know for sure.