Advertisements Dark rainclouds skim across the morning sky as I get ready to head back onto the Hadrian’s Wall path. The weather fits my somber mood perfectly. I use the word “somber” to describe a serious nature to my thoughts, not a dark or depressing state of mind. The weight that I lifted off myContinue reading “Day nine on the Wall – arriving to Boustead Hill”
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