On my excavating trips to Vindolanda I always take the opportunity, once, to climb up a very steep hill and stand next to the Wall constructed by the Emperor Hadrian some 1800 years ago.
I look back down on the Twice Brewed Inn in fading light.
It is a view designed to make you think. The Wall and the landscape are unchanging, people come and go.
I hope to be back, but you can never quite be sure. I have seen older diggers wobble a bit when pushing a heavy wheelbarrow and with the soggy weather and wet dirt I have myself been a little more tired when my head hits the pillow.