There’s a ton of history behind Hadrian’s Wall, but I’m just going to give the short version of this. It was a defensive wall built in Roman Britain around 122 AD by Emperor Hadrian. This was way back in the day when Rome owned most of the civilized world. Nobody knows the exact reason Hadrian’s Wall was built, especially since the inhabitants of Scotland just to the north of the wall didn’t seem to be much of a threat to the Roman empire. The wall may have just been a way for Hadrian to brag about the strength and power of Rome. The emperor right after Hadrian pretty much abandoned the wall. Now it’s fallen into disrepair, but it’s still a major tourist spot.
The day we went here was the coldest day I’ve had yet in England. It was sunny most of the day, but the temperature was a little bit below freezing, and at times we were pelted with snow. We all bundled up and took off on our adventure.
Molly’s parents drove us to Hadrian’s Wall, and the trip there was the prettiest car ride I’ve ever been on. I won’t even try to describe it, but the English scenery was different from any I’ve seen before (think not just fields, but also hills, moors, mountains, valleys, forests, and lakes). We drove along where Hadrian’s Wall was—it was now covered up by the road we were on. When we finally saw a little bit of the wall, we stopped and got out to take photos. It was such a small wall; it was a few feet wide and even shorter than it was wide. It really was just a wall, so after we got all of the pictures we wanted, we drove on to some Roman ruins.