An easy but chill seven mile roll down the east side of the Pennines to breakfast in Alston....
..then turning north towards Northumbria, Haltwhistle, and Hadrian's Wall...
Me on Hadrian's Wall. If it appears sunny note that I am wet. It had just rained and my day would end a short time later in a deluge on a crowded, narrow "A" road seemed like mere inches from passing semis I weren't looking to stay in hotels but when one came along I took it.
As one might expect, Hadrian's Wall, old as it is, exists only in scattered sections today, near Haltwhistle is a pretty good section along a ridge, here looking north towards the savage lands of the blue-painted Picts.