Beginning in AD 122, the Roman Emperor Hadrian decided it would be a good idea to build a wall across what is now northern England, as a means of border control and to prevent raiding. The wall was to become a fortification that stretched roughly 120 km from Wallsend on the River Tyne in the east, to Bowness-on-Solway on the west.

Today, only remnants of Hadrian’s Wall remain. Much of the stone has been repurposed for roads and other structures. But some footings, forts and turrets remain…and the Hadrian’s Wall Path is a popular hiking path in England.
We decided a hike across Hadrians’s Wall would be a great chance to see part of England we hadn’t previously visited. So, late in 2024, we started planning to hike across Hadrian’s Wall.
There are many guidebooks available for the Hadrian’s Wall Path, and we won’t give an endorsement here — in fact, we were not especially happy with the guidebook that we chose, so do your homework!
Our guidebook did break the path down into chunks depending on how many miles you want to walk per day, or how many days you have to spend walking. We chose eight days of walking and followed the advice for finding accommodations accordingly. What we did find, is that many “Self-Guided Tour” companies (these companies will book your accommodations, and transport your luggage point to point… for a substantial fee) book out rooms months in advance of the popular hiking seasons, so if you are booking on your own, there may be “slim pickins” left.






By February, however, we had managed to find various inns, B&B’s, AirB&B’s, and hotels to stay in. Most were very close to The Wall Path, but for one we walked 2 km off the path to the B&B, and the other, we called on the phone and they sent a car to pick us up 3 km away.
There are many small villages along The Path, so food and places to stop for meals is not a problem. A couple of B&B’s packed lunches for our next days hike. And… usually there was a nice pub to visit nearby. If not… one B&B arranged free transportation to the nearest village with a pub! Pub culture in UK… gotta love it.
The walk is by most accounts considered “moderate” difficulty. And overall, we would agree. Much of the time, the walk is through idyllic green pastures with sheep and cattle. Quite a few stiles and gates to go through, but not a problem.












There are some places that are a bit more challenging.
Toward the middle of the walk are hills … probably not what you could call mountains, although sometimes it seemed so. Steep, rocky climbs up. The “up” wasn’t really the problem.
There are also steep, rocky climbs down. For some of us who don’t really like heights anyway, and some of us who are visually impaired (see previous post), these downs seemed treacherous. We made it, mostly unscarred. Thank you, hiking poles and grippy hiking boots.


A sad aside…for those of you who have seen Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves… there was a famous, 160-year-old sycamore tree at a place on the path called Sycamore Gap. A couple of years ago, two demented morons on a drunken night out cut down the historic tree. Today, only the stump remains. It is a sad place, but there is some hope as a sign points to a sprout that is coming up from the stump. Maybe in another 160 years, it will be as it was.
Along the route, we met many kind people, and particularly the hosts at the inns and B&Bs. On one detour we took off the trail to see a monument, we ran across a man working on his car. He started up a conversation with us, about the area, the restaurants, where he was from, where we were from… such a nice conversation with a complete stranger. We met him again the next day at a pub in the next town, and, again had a nice conversation. Kind of restores your faith that people really are kind and worth meeting.






Finally at the end… at Bowness-on-Solway. It is a beautiful little village on the estuary. Tides coming in can be dangerous, so be careful walking near the water. There can also be “quicksand”… We didn’t go out to the water since it was a bit chilly, and instead found a nice pub to spend some time in before walking back to Port Carlisle for our B&B.
The next day was the fairly uneventful trip home. A bus ride to Carlisle… a train to Euston Station in London. In reality… an interesting “replacement bus” to Preston, where we got our (delayed) train… finally… back to London.
It was a great… albeit challenging… week of hiking. Not to be missed!






































