Walking from Chesters to the Old Repeater Station ...

As we drew nearer to the Old Repeater Station, it started to rain - dark clouds were gathering over the windswept uplands - soon it was raining hard - icy raindrops stung our faces -  

I saw a plantation of firs upon a hilltop - sheep huddled in the lee of dry stone walls - reservoirs were shards of glass - 

Sumptuous tour buses roared along the narrow road, barely avoiding us - 

We were getting wet and cold - I was filled with a longing for northern tea - 

We fell in with the lean Californian once more - he was making for Grindon Farm - his wife and son were working as volunteers on the dig at Vindolanda - 

Earlier that day, we'd lingered at Limestone Corner - our quirky guide book told us that this was the northernmost point of the Roman Empire -

We sat upon the ageless grass, looking out over the beautiful empty land -

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July 8 2014

Approaching the Old Repeater Station