
Then their empire crumbled till all that was left were the stones the workmen found.
(At Housesteads Roman fort. What’s left of it.)

Then their empire crumbled till all that was left were the stones the workmen found.
(At Housesteads Roman fort. What’s left of it.)
As a fan and student of second-century Roman history, I’m deeply envious. Enjoy it, and soak everything in.
I’m already home — this was last weekend. But yes, I did enjoy it.
And then the farmers came along and said “well, the Romans have gone home, but I need stone for a wall to keep my sheep in”…
Housesteads! I was just there last year. It’s a beautiful walk along the wall.
Whelp, now that song will be stuck in my head for a week…
O death, where is your Sting?
“I WILL kill him!”
But it’s such a great song, so it’s okay.
Indeed.
“…fussing and flapping in priestly back like a murder of crows.”
it’s a bit insidious, in fact.
“Men go crazy in congregations. They only get better one by one.”
And it always leads to other earworms…
“Do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met. It’s a big enough umbrella, but it’s always me that ends up getting wet.”
(That’s actually my favorite Sting line of all time. He’s apparently find of it as well, seeing how he used it in three different songs.)
I’m gonna stop now, while there’s still time. >.>
Just want to point out that the thing about archaeological digs is that one has to dig because the ground surface has frequently gotten a little higher over he centuries due to decomposition of organic matter and collapse of higher bits of the construction. So, the walls were likely quite a bit higher once upon a time.