England -- Antiquities, Roman; Hadrian's Wall (England); Walls, Roman -- England
It had turned out a very hot day, though there was enough wind to
make a thunderous sound in the boughs of the still leafless
ash-trees. (Why do bare ash-boughs beat all other trees for sound?)
As I picked my way among the puddles, a little red squirrel came
running along, holding his tail out very straight to keep it out of
the mud. I stood like a rock, and he paid no heed to me, but stopped
to drink out of a puddle at my feet before running up a tree.
When I reached the untrodden grassy track, I took off my shoes and
stockings and walked bare-footed, the grass feeling deliciously cool
and soft. Broom in full blossom lined the hedges, almost meeting
overhead, and scattered its blossoms to make a yellow carpet for my
feet.
It was the drowsiest of days. An old buff hen, asleep by a gate,
awoke with a start when a stick snapped under me, but she only opened
one eye, and then "dropped off" again. I saw no one else but an
Irish terrier, very happy and busy, and out without leave, judging by
his expression.
At Walby the Wall-ditch is clearly marked, filled with greenish water.
The grassy lane continues to Wallfoot, and here I had to come out on
to the main road, for Brunstock Park lies across the route of Wall
and Vallum. A section through both was made in 1894 by Mr. and Mrs.
T. H. Hodgson; and the Vallum-ditch was {193} first shown to be flat
and not V-shaped. A flag-pavement was found near the Wall. The
Roman Military Way was also discovered, with a double kerb in the
centre, as for a two-horse chariot.
I passed Draw-dykes Castle, with its three busts on the roof, a very
gaunt and unattractive building of red sandstone; and then I turned
off on the right, where the road crosses Brunstock Beck, and followed
the beck until I struck the line of the Wall once more. The beck
forms the western boundary of Brunstock Park.
Some small boys with a fishmonger's truck were collecting firewood in
the meadow by the beck, and thought everybody's quest must be the
same. "How many sticks have _you_ got, missus?" they cried as I
passed.
The wall was easily traceable across the fields, and led me out on to
the Scaleby road, across the road into more fields, and so to Tarraby.
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