A great memory — 2 years ago
I visited a section of the wall on my first trip to the U.K. as we drove up from London to Scotland. We wanted to see the wall, but had a lot of trouble finding any of it. We were about to give up, as darkness was starting to fall, when finally we found the right place on the map, and were able to arrive at one of the sites. This was the first time we experienced having the “right of way” on private property – we had to climb a sheep fence to get to the site. We found the wall (which was impressive, just to think of its antiquity), but the thing that really stays with me was that we were standing in the midst of a flock of sheep, some of whom were bleating at us occasionally. It was lovely and peaceful, and such a nice moment on that trip.
