It was kind of difficult finding a Yelp-specific page for Hadrian's Wall, so this seems as good as…read moreanything I've been able to find. Hadrian's Wall is expansive, so I'm sure Yelp has difficultly pinpointing any specific place for it. Hadrian's Wall was something I hadn't heard about until my traveling companion, Sara, talked to me about wanting to see it, and one day exploring the entire wall. It's a sort of pilgrimage people seem to undertake, and it looks like an amazing experience I'll never be able to do.
Built by the Romans as a defensive wall structure, the wall as we see it today is just a small fraction of what once existed. Buried under dirt and rocks, the wall once stood at 16-20 feet (5-6 meters), and 10 feet (3 meters) thick . It was first constructed in AD122 (around 1800 years ago), during the reign of (you guessed it) Hadrian. It spans about 80 Roman miles, aka 72 miles. It consists of not only the wall, but milecastles, turrets, and earthworks. It was rebuilt from turf (yes, turf) to stone. And this stone is something you can tangibly touch now.
We ended up just pulling over to the side of the road in our car, and following a few path markers through a pasture of sheep and cows; the sky was blue and the weather was perfect. There were large, fluffy white clouds unfurling above our heads, and the fragrant smell of grass and dirt and cows... Pungent and alive, but by no means unpleasant. Everything was lush and alive. Anyways, there were designated walkways through these pastures, so it's not like we just snuck onto someone's farm. We climbed up small wooden stairs to go over the fences, and through the pasture, and followed the trail into a wooded area, where the temperature around us cooled visibly, and we were dappled with shadows as we moved along it. The path bordered the wood, with the meadow on the other side of us, pitting up into a sort of precarious strip through shadows and light on each side of us. It narrowed, grew a wooden guardrail, and ended with a view of the rolling hills.
I've never touched something so old in my life, and it is... beautiful. It was wonderful being around something so ancient, and I couldn't help but reflect on all the people who had been in that spot over the years. Through the hundreds of thousands of days, different weather, animals, and of course the life and death that that it's no doubt witnessed as the wall has slowly disappeared into the earth. And now, there's me... my fingers resting on the mottled stone. Cool to the touch, and roughed by countless seasons, gravity, and animals. And when I'm dead, this wall with remain. You gotta give it to the Romans... they could build a wall with longevity in mind.