I have a small anvil from one of the ( long gone ) forges in the village i grew up in .. A very old wrought iron one with hardened face. I bought it from an elderly villager who'd claimed it when the forge was demolished in the 50's .
The story that came with it ,was that the resident smith one day was working at the anvil , with a boy striking for him with a sledge hammer ..double hammering.. and the head of the sledge came off , and embedded itself into the smiths head …and he lived for 3 days ..