We walked from Brocotia to Limestone Corner. It was the rarest day for the North East, warm, bright and even the breeze was not bracing! This was my first time walking any part of Hadrian’s Wall. Looking north towards Scotland, the Cheviots about forty miles away, rose gently in the background. The land rose and fell too, as Turgenev would say, like waves coming towards us. The hay, on some fields, had just been cut, and lay in bales. The patchwork of the fields was brown, golden through to green. Dry stone walls separated the fields. A solitary crow picked at the earth. But if you looked closely enough there was another in the brush.
Emperor Hadrian himself visited in AD 122. In Yourcenar’s words
I crossed to the Isle of Britain in a ship, which was flat as a badge. More than once the wind threw us back toward…
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