Hadrian's Wall

All this Geordie business got me tripping down memory lane to when I lived in Geordieland and thought nothing of it other than that the sun seldom shone and I would have preferred that it had. That and being cold in the house because the only heat was a coal fire that roasted your front and froze your back.
The outings were great though, as there was any amount of great places to go, all within a sixpenny bus ride from the seaside, to Durham Cathedral. My fave was the Wall to which we drove. It was always cold and cloudy even in August but that was ok . The food was good and there were miles of moorland to roam and the Wall to walk on.
I would sit on it looking towards Pictland, eating my scotch egg, swinging my heels and thinking about Romans and how they left bits of themselves everywhere. Then I had a brainwave and told my Dad that it would be great if the Wall was rebuilt as it was in Roman times with soldiers in their outposts and attacks from gnarly Picts. He agreed.
Now close to half a centuary later the whole place or lots of it is a huge living history lesson full of tourists eating Big Macs and nary a Scotch egg in sight. Just think, I was a visionary.
I haven't seen it since. I like to think of it the way it was then with us and a few sheep and moors full of gorse and heather.