The Roman Altar at Great Chesters Fort ...

We'd left Saughy Rigg after our second night there - I'd lolled on the huge red sofas, drinking Pennine Pale - 

I spoke to three courtly walkers who had loped up the Pennine Way - 

One of them said - it's always bitter sweet when you come to the end of a walk - you're elated, but you wonder what you'll do next - 

We heard curlews calling out in the air off Cawfield Craggs - they flew off, over treeless uplands - 

At Great Chesters, we saw a Roman altar - worn coins were heaped upon it - I added my own small coin - I murmured my prayer - 

I felt the surface of the wind smoothed stone - horses cropped the rich grass - 

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July 11 2014

Great Chesters Fort