Hadrian’s Wall

The rain has finally let up, though storm clouds still straddle the rolling green nothingness to the north. In front, sheer stone brickwork drops to a lone sycamore tree, then rises again up another slope. Slowly, you pick your way down, and back up, down and back up again. Miles pass, a bird swoops through your vision, another shower drenches you then moves off, and suddenly the lines of a giant Roman fort spread out to your right.