From two years ago in the UK, along Hadrian's Wall, I rode the bus to the Vindolanda site, a former Roman occupation community, near Once Brewed in Northumbria. It was a sizeable expanse of a hillside overlooking the Tyne valley, littered with wall footings, descriptions, and reconstructions. It had rained furiously the day before, so I had not even dismounted the local transit (line # 122 AD). This day had dawned more promising and I was covering more ground. Sure enough, the clouds disappeared and I was exposed to the midday sun. With no cover in the glaring sun, I withered. I took refuge in the nearby glen, where a brook bubbled through, with a source of food, drink, and trinkets, and clean, open-air seating in the shade.
It evidently had been a sacred glen to the local population in Roman times (view from the footbridge):
They have recreated a local temple to the Nymphs at brookside (view from the umbrella covered seating):
I had lunch and lingered. I had great fun feeding a bold bluetit who practically demanded a toll for me to sit at the table. There was also a very bold vole rushing out from the nearby shrubs to snatch dropped crumbs.
I heartly recommend spending time brookside at Vindolanda.
The nearest town is Once Brewed, and it is very small.
I stayed in nearby Haydon Bridge, on the River South Tyne.
There is a regular public transit, line # 122AD, which makes circuits of the Hadrian's Wall sites between Hexham and Haltwhistle. Hexham is the larger of the two cities, and most easterly, while Haltwhistle is the more westerly, but nearer to that particular site. There are several places to access Hadrian's Wall, at least one other museum, a couple of active archeological sites, and it is well traveled by walkers. It was basically my place to access Hadrian's Wall, and this place and the Roman Army museum, were bonuses. I understand that nearby, toward Newcastle, there is an entire community which does (or is an) historical reinactments....Jo would know, as I believe she recommended it. It is a very nice area and the folks are friendly; I enjoyed my stay in Northumbria.
Only time I have been to Vindolanda was with Antti and my mum, many years ago. I saw enough to realise that it would have been fascinating had it not absolutely pissed it down the entire time we were there. I felt for the Roman soldiers.
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Post by raspberrybullets on Jun 17, 2019 10:48:53 GMT
Looks very respiteful.
The sight filled the northern sky; the imensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer. ~ Northern Lights
Hmm....Those are pix picked up from my F******k account. I suspect that an 'update' of some kind broke the link.
In the process of seeking out the appropriate pix on my voluminous selection of F******k pix (ever more onerous, thanks to the volume) to update the prior photo, I ran in to another locale of respite from that trip....
I submit to you:
The sanctuary in Ely Cathedral. A welcome escape from the blazing heat of a Fenland summer.
This was one cool hangout. And, with an attached cafe, as well!
The cathedral is known as the ship of the fens because of its prominent position on the skyline seen from the mostly pan-flat land for miles around. I remember watching a documentary about it which explained that the name was also apt because the cathedral really does float - it is built on soft clay land and the weight of clay displaced by the foundations - crypts and so on - equals the weight of the stonework above ground: if it didn't, then the whole building would gradually sink or rise over the centuries until equilibrium was restored - assuming the whole thing didn't collapse during the process.
The name of the city may or may not have been named after the eel, but it is a place well-known for eel catching, and the land containing the quarry from which the cathedral stone was quarried - in the neighbouring county of Northamptonshire - was paid for at the rate of eight thousand eels per year.