A common man marvels at uncommon things. A wise man marvels at the commonplace. CONFUCIUS

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Wall Photo Sequence (1)

This day, the Tuesday, was the day the Wall revealed itself in all its stunning glory. I'll let the photos do the talking. Please click on the pics to enlarge...


Figure in a landscape


Wild open spaces


The Whin Sill


Enough Wall here for  even the most ardent Wall seeker


Farmstead with sheep


Housesteads Roman Fort


Housesteads Roman Fort


Housesteads Roman Fort


Housesteads Roman Fort - the granary


Housesteads Roman Fort


Housesteads Roman Fort


Housesteads Roman Fort - the granary


Battling the elements (1)


Battling the elements (2)


Sycamore Gap

Monday, 29 August 2011

Bloggers Are Real People Too

The next day I woke to a dull, misty, rainy morning - but it was the only day of rain showers we would have. I say 'we' because by this time I'd met up with George of the blog Transit-Notes. From Wall I'd been shadowing a figure in a blue rainshell and red cap for about half an hour. I was pretty sure it was him. We crossed the river Tyne at Chollerford separated by only a few minutes...




I caught up with him at Chesters Roman fort. He was deep in animated conversation with two German walkers. Feeling once again part of some Stanley-Livingstone scenario, I cast round for something momentous and witty to say. But as I approached, George suddenly lost his balance at the top of a shallow flight of stone steps and fell backwards, recovering himself adroitly with his walking poles. Any brilliant opening gambits or pithy one-liners fled my mind as this colourfully-attired American hurtled past me. Instead I stuttered something like: 'It's amazing how much two walkers in blue raingear have in common, isn't it?' (I too was wearing a blue rainshell.) George beamed at me in astonishment. 'Robert!' he exclaimed. 'How wonderful to see you a day early!' (We'd actually arranged to meet up the following afternoon.)

Then began a wide-ranging conversation which lasted with scarcely a break for the next three to four days. George proved to be - though I'd guessed this already from his blog - one of the most charming, gracious, enthusiastic, intelligent, cultured and spiritually aware people you could ever wish to meet. After an hour or two's chat we felt we'd known each other half a lifetime. And that incident on the steps - which was, on reflection, a tremendous wabi-sabi moment - was the only less than sure-footed move he made on the whole trip.

Here's Chesters Roman fort in the rain...   






And here's George next to a trig point in the rain...





And here's George again at the Temple of Mithras (I think the rain's just stopped for a moment)...




The scenery just got better and better...




... as cultivated ground gradually gave way to wild moorland...



Saturday, 27 August 2011

Wall To Wall

The Wall still proved elusive. From a distance these rocks looked promising, but on closer inspection they turned out to be natural, unhewn boulders...




I saw the vallum again, and more clouds, and more cows, but no Wall...




Here's a close-up view of the vallum (with cows)...




Entering the darkly mysterious Stanley Plantation, I felt fleetingly like Henry Morton Stanley on the trail of David Livingstone...




I emerged from the hushed, cathedral atmosphere of the pine wood into dappled sunlight...




Climbing higher, I passed a mosaic of fields, and rough pastures grazed by sheep...




... until, after crossing a small piece of deciduous woodland, I climbed this stile, descended the inviting, green slope behind...




... and stumbled quite unexpectedly on an impressive chunk of Wall. This time there was no mistaking it...




At the end of that first day I retired gratefully to the Hadrian Hotel in the charming village of Wall (yes, really!) with its tranquil village green and its rather Italianate-looking church bell tower...


Friday, 26 August 2011

Lying Down In Green Pastures


Here are two domestic couples I encountered on the Hadrian's Wall Path enjoying 'the green, green grass of home'. But what are they saying or not saying to each other? Or thinking about each other? Is a kind of bovine yin and yang at work, or are they simply posing for a pair of Yes/No pillows? Answers please, dear creative blogfriends...



Thursday, 25 August 2011

Looking For The Wall

Last week I spent five most enjoyable days walking the Hadrian's Wall Path (which became Britain's 15th National Trail in 2003). Early Monday morning I took a train to Newcastle, then a bus to Newburn on the city's western edge. I joined the trail at the Tyne Riverside Country Park. The sun shone, the river sparkled, and all seemed well with the world... 




Soon the path coincided with the trackbed of the old Wylam Wagonway, one of the earliest railways ever built. Originally, in the 1750s, the wagons would have been drawn by horses along raised wooden tracks, but by 1815 these had been replaced by steam locomotives on iron rails. The trucks were transporting coal from the colliery at Wylam to the coal 'staithes' (or loading points) on the river Tyne five miles away. From here it was a case of 'keel boats' (or cargo boats) literally taking 'coals to Newcastle'...




Here's the site of the first Roman fort I came across - Rudchester or Vindobala...




There's little evidence of it on the ground. In fact all you can see is this grassy field fringed with nettles...




I climbed higher, up gentle gradients. Although the path shadowed a B road for much of the day, a high hedge often shielded the traffic. As I stepped further westward, the scenery improved little by little...  




The path was an endless swathe of sweet-smelling cut grass, and the flowered field margins danced with bees and butterflies. Sometimes the path veered right, and sometimes left...




But most of the time it led straight on (note the acorn sign, the National Trail logo)...




As clouds gathered, I passed the Whittle Dene reservoirs...




And still I searched in vain for the Wall. At one place I stumbled on a pile of stones, but didn't think they'd been cut square enough to have ever formed part of the Wall. Though that's definitely the Roman ditch behind...




(Hadrian's Wall was constructed with a ditch to the north, and a wider ditch and earth rampart to the south, known as the vallum.)

Monday, 22 August 2011

Don't You Just Love And Hate Computers?

I returned home from walking Hadrian's Wall in a buoyant, elated mood - to be met with complete computer chaos. Doesn't life have a habit of roughing you up just when you've been smoothed down? My own cyber-version of Hadrian's Wall (Norton, to name names - not the most impermeable of firewalls, I know) had been breached, and a couple of Trojans had wreaked havoc all over the registry. How did that happen, then? The only other times I've had viruses were when I foolishly allowed others unrestricted access to both my hard drive and the Internet.

Anyway, to cut a long and tedious story short, I somehow managed to evict these woad-smeared Pictish invaders, kicking them back into Reiver territory with my Roman legionary army boots. But I still couldn't boot up. I took a little professional advice which was of little help. Then, with desperate impatience, I backed up all my stuff and restored the system to its original factory settings. You can imagine the hours I've spent reloading Adobe and Word and Excel and reinstalling my printer and reconfiguring my email and all the rest. And I still can't figure out how to reinstate all my saved pictures, documents and audio files - which are languishing here in front of me on six DVDs.

Computers. Don't you just love and hate them? I'm thinking of simplifying my life and retreating to Donegal - with a few books and the most basic of Internet connections - and digging a vegetable patch and contemplating the Eternal Mysteries.        

Monday, 8 August 2011

Walk The Line


Straight is the line of Duty
Curved is the line of Beauty
Follow the straight line, thou shalt see
The curved line ever follow thee

WILLIAM MACCALL

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

JOHNNY CASH


Horizontals ...


 


... and verticals ...




... on the Viking Way ...




Sometimes two lines intersect and you have to make a choice: either the public bridleway or the restricted byway. Wonder which way I'll choose today? Will I make the same choice tomorrow? (Don't you think the restricted byway sounds more exciting?)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth

ROBERT FROST

I Walk The Line (please click for related post)