We'd got our Hadrian's Wall Trail Passports stamped there yesterday - I'd stared gleefully at the emperor's inky face -
We met Julie and Paul, Alyson's friends, who'd driven up from Manchester - Julie ate wild raspberries as we walked towards Wallhouses -
We climbed high stiles, gazed upon wild flowers with their magical names -
That's Lady's Bed Straw Penny would say - and there, that's Bird's foot trefoil -
Young nettles stung my legs - I savoured the resinous scent of pines -
Julia told me about spending a Christmas Eve in Nepal - she'd sat by the porters' fire, singing them a Tudor carol -
We lingered by a stretch of wall, just beyond Heavenfield - the lichened stones were warm and smooth -
Outside Chollerford, we made our way up a sunlit field -
I scrambled over the remains of a turret like an eager boy, joyous and looking for wonders -
July 7 2014
Brunton Turret
Chollerford
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