Up with the lark, and
indeed with the lapwing, we were at the edge of the old Roman Empire and they
was just one border we needed to patrol: Hadrian's Wall. A short drive from the hostel took us to
Vindolanda, where many of the original wall-builders were based, and on to Once
Brewed from where we ascended to the wall itself and enjoyed the classic amble
past Sycamore Gap (cue umpteen Robin Hood references) and clambering through
many a mile-castle. We had the
serpentine curves of Whin Sill to ourselves for most of the way to Housesteads,
another fine fort. All around patches of
hail fell on the hills, but not on us; we had fine walking weather all the way
over the undulating geological folds back to Vindolanda too. Off back to Ninebanks, we felt we'd had a
rather special short of day.
How to follow all that? A very big, exceedingly delicious lasagne, of course!
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