The door of Her Majesty’s Treasury opened with a thud. “Hello,” we said. “Just here to use the Lou.” With credentials in tow, the night guard smiled and let us in.
The young Scot walked up to the wall carrying a black stone. A pair of blue, rubber gloves separated his hands from the layer of moss covering the rock; and as he lifted it into place atop the...
I looked up through the ruins of the red keep. Clouds floated where kings had tread.
This was it. 2,000 years ago, this was the place. This was the edge of the Roman Empire—Hadrian’s Wall.
