Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.
Live the life you've imagined. Henry David Thoreau

Slideshows and Photos

SLIDESHOWS LOST TO ICLOUD

SADLY, ON JUNE 30 ALL THE LINKS TO MY SLIDESHOWS WILL DISAPPEAR WHEN APPLE DISCONTINUES "MY GALLERY" AS PART OF THEIR CHANGE TO ICLOUD.

I AM ALSO PREPARING AND PACKING FOR MY PERSONAL MOVE. ONCE I AM SETTLED IN A FEW WEEKS, I WILL START TO POST AGAIN AND LOOK FOR A NEW INTERESTING WAY TO SHARE MY PHOTOS THROUGH MY BLOG.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN MY TRAVELS. I WILL FIX THINGS AS SOON AS I CAN.
Showing posts with label UK Hadrian's Wall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UK Hadrian's Wall. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Hadrian's Wall

July 2009

I confess:  I love rock piles.  I really get excited about rubble that  someone I don't know, in a time long distant, made into a home or a palace or even just a wall.  I planned this trip around 3 H's: Harrogate, the Highlands, and Hadrian's Wall.

My Roman history book puts Hadrian down as one of the "good emperors," although the Jews in revolt in 131 AD didn't think so.  He was born in Italica, Spain (near Seville), a place where I took far too many pictures of Roman rock ruins on a prior trip.  Hadrian  liked to build and travel and establish boundaries for the massive Roman Empire.   And so, in 122 AD, he ordered a defensive wall  built from sea to sea (73 miles) across northern England.  For over 300 years, it defined the border between the civilized Romans and those nasty northern barbarians ( as they saw it).  To this day, remnants of the wall, towers, forts, bridges, milecastles (outlooks placed every mile), and towns stretch in a line from Newington-upon-Tyne in the east past Carlisle in the west.

From documentaries, I had the impression that the wall was almost inaccessible and could be found and traveled only with difficulty.  To the contrary, I discovered the AD122 bus (named for the date the wall started and painted unmistakably with wall scenes),  runs back and forth along the wall all day, transporting tourists, hikers with dogs and backpacks, and locals with bikes between sites and towns.  Many folk have the enjoyable leisure to "walk the wall" for a few miles or days, using the bus rarely.  Any way you choose to go, it is a memorable adventure.

You can start the AD122 bus route in Newcastle, but  I chose to start and end my trip in Hexham  My first stop was Chesters, a  Roman calvary fort that was being invaded that day by a curious school group.  Nice rock remains of barracks and baths in lush fields.

Then on to Housesteads (Vercovicium)which is the most photographed/painted of the sites, as the fort sits atop a high ridge overlooking green rolling meadows filled with peaceable sheep.  Hard to believe this area ever needed defending.  They say walking this segment of the wall is "strenuous," but "magnificent."   Housesteads has the best view, but my next stop, Vindolanda, had the most to see.

There are active archaeological digs going on in this Roman town by the wall with some of the most remarkable Roman finds in Britain.  The ruins and reproductions of the fort and town are interesting, but the real jewel is the museum down a long hill.   It was in Vindolanda that they found over 1,400 wooden writing tablets that have somehow survived in the cold mud for nearly 2,000 years.

 Letters between officers and wives, household accounts, an invitation from a lady to her birthday party, supply lists provide a priceless peek into Roman life on the wall. The British Museum holds the originals, but this little museum had a fascinating display on their discovery and significance.  In addition, there are textiles ( including a Roman sock missing its pair), weapons, jewelry, a very rare horse hair crest for a Roman helmet, early Christian symbols, and more.  I had not allowed adequate time to take it all in before I had to catch the bus for my final stop at Birdoswald where one sees some of the best-preserved gate portals on the wall and the remains of the granaries for feeding man and beast.

As the gates at Birdoswald shut behind me at closing time, I sat on a rock in the shade of a spreading tree, listening for the sounds of marching legions, the chatter of friendly women, and the laughter of little children who once marched, visited, and played along the wall.  For a moment, I thought I heard them, but then my AD122 time machine (bus) arrived to transport me forward almost 1,900 years to head home for dinner.
Click here for slide show:
Hadrian's Wall
Music:  Rozsa, Quo Vadis--Ave Caesar, Music Inspired by the Romans
More Information:  http://www.hadrians-wall.org/

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Hexham


July 2009

It was Hexham that I chose as the starting point for my journey along Hadrian's wall.  This charming town was awarded "Country Life's Best Market Town" in 2005 and still seemed deserving of that title during my visit in 2009.  There appeared to be many good choices of Bed and Breakfasts along Hadrian's Wall if you are walking or driving, but, in the end, I chose practicality to maximize my limited time: the trains run from Newcastle and the official  AD122 Hadrian's Wall Bus stops at the Visitor's Center near the train station.  I selected the old stone Beaumont Hotel (no elevators, but helpful staff and only three floors), conveniently located within blocks of the historic Hexham Abbey, medieval Moothall, Old Goal and Market Square.

Hexham has not always been a quiet English town.  It fell victim to Viking raids and over 300 years of border fighting between England and Scotland.  It was burned by William Wallace (Braveheart);  forced to pay ransom to Robert the Bruce; attacked in the Battle of Hexham in the War of Roses (1464);   raided by the infamous, lawless Border Reivers in the 16th century; and bloodied in a riot against the militia in 1761, leaving 51 dead in Market Square. No wonder England chose this town to build its first real prison (not just some castle dungeon).  The Gaol has exhibits about those who "fought, kidnapped, blackmailed, and killed each other in an effort to exercise control over a lawless track of land"--hardly the tranquil Hexham I saw. (Lonely Planet, Great Britain)

Although it had been a long day since I had left Whitby in the morning, I decided to take an "amble" around town after I arrived in the light rain.  Even though it stays light in summer until after 9 pm this far north, most places keep their year-round hours, closing at 5-6 pm.  Still, there was much to see in this very walkable town--a lovely park with folks bowling in the rain (they don't seem to cancel much for rain in England), medieval buildings, a 13th century bridge nearly hidden by ivy, and the statue of a very determined local hero from the Boer Wars.

 I had been disappointed that I hadn't arrived in time to see the inside of the 12th century Augustinian Abbey with its Saxon crypt, but, as I was later returning to the hotel in heavier rain,  I joined a small group (some locals, some tourists) for an Evening-song service in the chapel.  The choir consisted of the young and the old, singing with their hearts, even if some high notes eluded them.  It reminded me of LDS ward choirs I have sung in.  I felt snug and at peace as I watched evening come through stained glass windows and listened to holy melodies accompanied by rain on the roof.  I was glad I had only to hurry in the storm down the street to my hotel to enjoy a delicious dinner served with classical music.
 Click link for slideshow:
Hexham

Music: Butterworth, English Idyll No. 1, Visions of England--Our Green and Pleasant Land
More Information: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hexham
http://www.bw-beaumonthotel.co.uk