It was dry but windy as we walked to the nearby section of Hadrian’s Wall at Walltown. It was a bit of a hike, since the only sections of the wall that haven’t been completely cannibalised for building stones tend to be in rather inaccessible places.
Yes, it’s on top of that cliff in the distance. At this point I wasn’t sure that I was going to make it!
On the way to the wall, we passed the quarry from which the stones were originally extracted. It’s now full of water. Huge respect to those men who split the stones and dragged them so far up a steep hill to construct the wall.
We eventually made it to the wall itself. It’s enormously thick. No wonder it survived so well.
Our climb had been accompanied by sporadic drumming. We spotted the drummers down by the lake, engaged in some sort of ritual. What were they? Picts? Druids? Just guys who fancied a bit of drumming?
Just to prove a point, here’s the top of the section of wall, and trophy pictures of the two of us.
Hard work, but what a great afternoon!