Hadrian's wall...

...looking West from Housesteads.

After keeping MrM awake half the night with my coughing (so I'm told, though MrM can usually sleep through anything...), I dosed up on paracetamol and went out for the day with MrM and Angus.

MrM drove us down to Newcastle, where he and Angus had a look round by the river while I went shopping for a couple of pairs of jeans. (It used to be a such simple task - find size 10, short leg and buy them. Nowadays, you have to sort through jeggings, skinny, straight leg, boot cut, boyfriend, slim leg, girlfriend, relaxed skinny, kick flare and goodness knows what else. All I wanted was bog-standard denim jeans!)

Mission accomplished, we met for a coffee before MrM drove us across to Hadrian's wall, which Angus had never seen before. We had a nice walk from Housesteads, before going on to Steel Rig so he could see another part of the wall.

Pub meal and a warming glass of red before heading back to Wooler.