Road to Chew Green

Bank Holiday Sunday, and we decided to take the day off and make the most of it. And the forecast was right - it was T-shirt weather!

Mr M drove us down to Wooler and, after a very pleasant walk on the Common (sunshine, bird song, bees humming and - unashamedly - frogs mating in the pond!), we travelled a little further south before following the road by the River Coquet up to the parking place for Chew Green Roman marching camp.

We walked up the hill to the camp and then beyond, crossing the mythical line they call 'the Border', and in to Scotland to look over the top of the ridge. Fabulous views of the Eildons to the north and, in the distance to the west, the Southern Uplands, still with a smattering of snow. Coffee and chocolate (well, it is Easter!) on the top.

On the hill we could see the ramparts of the Roman camp, but no evidence of the 'Mediaeval village' also marked on the map. Much easier to make out the extent of the camp by driving a little further up the road and looking down on it.