The Telegraph
Given how often it gets mentioned by sports commentators, it’s remarkable that Hadrian’s Wall has never actually marked the Anglo-Scottish border. Indeed – although it comes within an eloping couple of Gretna – at other points it lies over 60 miles distant. More remarkable still is that many south (and even north) of the border don’t realise that Scotland has its own Hadrian’s Wall in the shape of the 39-mile Vallum Antonini. The Antonine Wall stands alongside its more illustrious sibling on Unesco’s World Heritage list; unheralded, begging exploration. As a Scot I am ashamed to admit I had traced the Romans from Amiens to Zurich, but not delved deep into ‘our wall’; not until the Covid cage enclosed us all, forcing more local adventures. Of course I knew the Romans from school. Unlike the World Wars they were not black and white, their blood-red tunics seared in my imagination. I learned of wolves as unlikely parents, but never dreamt the very northern frontier of the Roman Empire – the last frontier wall the Romans ever built – lay largely ignored a few miles from my front door.
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