the wall

these dry stone walls never cease to amaze me, snaking across the moor, taking no heed of contours or natural obstacles, all in the name of marking out the territory of those who had the money to own vast tracts of land.

they always make me think of the poor sods who had to build them, out there on the exposed moor in every kind of weather, almost certainly for virtually no money. it must have been absolutely backbreaking work, all done by hand with no machinery to help.

on days like today when i sit at my computer and whinge to myself about my work, i'd do well to think how lucky i am.