My aged travelling companion, Crisp, was beside herself with excitement, and that in itself was no mean feat, as today we were going in search of an ancient Roman road.
Crisp had seen a lot of history in her time, which is the case for those who have lived a long life.
She was up early with her trusty walking shoes all spit and polished. Her enthusiasm was infectious as we set off with her leading the way from the bus stop into the bush where she was anticipating the road to be.
Around a small bend, she found it. Time had not done it any favours, but Crisp in true form took copious photos and couldn’t help but stand back and marvel at what appeared to be a few rocks lain in some obscure pattern, telling me we were lucky to be standing on the old London Road.