On The Wall

I spent the entire Bank Holiday weekend in the verdant Northumberland countryside, rattling back and forth on the Hadrian's Wall bus, getting sunburnt (Sunburnt! In England! In August!) on a 13-mile walk between Chesters Fort and Once Brewed, trespassing on the grounds of haunted castles, legging it from bulls, eating Brown Ale flavoured ice cream and drinking copious amounts of wine in a tent while gazing at the stars and listening to the North Tyne burbling by.

Glorious.