We'd walked past silent farms, under dark trees, our boots cushioned by rugs of fallen leaves -
The Tyne was still deep and wide - two jet skis disturbed its surface - a church spire pointed to heaven -
Australians took photographs of the Wall with their Korean digital cameras - I saw large faces under baseball caps -
After fifteen minutes, they were urged onto the purring coach - soon we were left alone, standing by the Wall -
Clouds moved over the sky - ancient memories, I thought, were like pale fires -
12.30
July 5 2014
Heddon on the Wall
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