[1] Head from the car park towards the National Trust visitors’ centre, turning right through the arch after the refreshments counter. The path continues over the vallum and uphill to the museum: follow the grassy rise between the museum entrance and Housesteads Fort on your right until you reach the gate opening on to the Hadrian’s Wall long-distance footpath.
(A) Work on Hadrian’s Wall began in the wake of Emperor Hadrian’s visit to Britain in 122AD. Uprisings were breaking out across the empire, which at that time stretched from Iraq to the Western Sahara, and rather than continue attempts to push their rule further northwest into the wilds of Scotland, Hadrian decided to consolidate his forces in northern England. Stretching from the mouth of the Tyne to the Solway Firth, the new border followed the course of the old Stanegate military road connecting Coria (Corbridge) with Lugucalium (Carlisle). Soldiers from three legions were drafted in to build the wall, which was to be made of stone in the east, and of turf in the west, reinforced by castles every Roman mile (1620 yards/1.48km), and by two watchtowers between each of these. Its purpose was more to control trade and levy taxes than repulse invasion. But only a couple of years into the project, Hadrian’s original plans had a dramatic overhaul. More than a dozen large, front-line forts were added to the design and a massive ditch, or vallum, dug on the wall’s southern flank, suggesting that local reaction to the Roman rampart, and the restrictions it imposed on movement, may have been less than passive.
[2] You’re now on the wall itself. Turn right (East) to follow the perimeter of the fort, which the trail skirts before dropping down to Knag Burn, where it passes through the remnants of a fortified gateway to follow the south side of the wall up Kennel Crag. This is the first in a line of three distinct crests you’ll cross, the last of which – King’s Hill – holds the remnants of Milecastle 36. As you pass the crest of King’s Hill the Wall turns North (left) and you look to Busy Gap (aka “King’s Wicket”); a short way down the slope look for a stile on your left (at NY798693).
(B) East of Housesteads, the wall dips into Knag Burn, formerly an important crossing point in the Roman frontier, where you can see the vestiges of a fourth-century customs post. King’s Hill, just beyond it, is one of several locations whose name connects this area with Arthurian legend. Another is King’s Wicket, where our walk veers northwest into the moors. This prominent niche in the Whin Sill ridge was, in medieval times, also known as Busy Gap because of the amount of traffic that used to pour through it. Scottish bandits and reivers (cattle thieves) frequently used to camp here, dispatching smaller bands further south in search of plunder. If any of their victims dared pursue them, the fleeing reivers would make a beeline for the gap, knowing that their main force would be on hand to help.
Sewingshields – just east of our route’s turning point, but a worthwhile extension offering a superb view – has yielded traces of what archeologists think might have been a Dark Age fort.
[3] Climb over the stile, but instead of following the trail, keep close to the foot of King’s Hill, bearing right up the rise, following a low bank across the bog (marked on OS maps as earthworks). When you reach a break in this bank, turn left onto the clear footpath, and follow it on to the boggy moorland of Ridley Common. This area is very boggy after heavy rain & the path is indistinct. Though faint initially, the path grows more pronounced as it approaches a conifer plantation (at NY793693; not drawn on OS maps), which it cuts through the middle of, emerging from the far side to continue in a straight line along the high ground, with views over Broomlee Lough to the north.
(C) Local legend asserts that one of its incumbents, for reasons now long forgotten, once threw a chest of treasure into the peaty waters of nearby Broomlee Lough. He then cast a spell, declaring that the riches could only be recovered by “twa’ twin yands (horses), twa’ twin oxen, twa’ twin lads, and a chain forged by a smith of kind (the seventh in an unbroken line of blacksmiths)”. In the course of time, a young smith called Ridley duly heard the story and, having located what he thought was the chest, attempted to haul it out of the lough with the help of his specially recruited twin horses, oxen and lads. But just as the box broke the surface the chain shattered and the chest sank to the bottom, never to be seen again. The young man, it turned out, had mistakenly included an ancestor who hadn’t been a smith.
[4] Crossing the stile near the intersection with the Pennine Way, our path then skirts and passes a lime kiln at another junction, where you should keep straight on.Gradually the trail bends left, eventually meeting another path. Bear left at this junction, and follow the clear path over a gate into the yard of Hotbank Farm.
[5] Passing the farm buildings on your right, you cross a stile beyond the yard to rejoin the main Hadrian’s Wall path at Milecastle 38. Turn left on it and follow the trail uphill and along the edge of a small wood, as fine views of Crag Lough and Steel Rig are revealed to the west. This next section over Hotbank and Cuddy’s Crags strings together the most famous panoramas on the wall. A final stretch past Milecastle 39 and through the long pine wood on top of Housesteads Crags brings you back to the fort, where you turn right through the gate and follow the path downhill past the museum to the National Trust visitor centre, car park and bus stop.
(D) Another echo of the same obscure period in English history resides in the name of Cuddy’s Crags, west of Housesteads. “Cuddy” refers to Saint Cuthbert, whose relics are believed to have rested here en route between Lindisfarne a
nd Durham, when the Holy Island was under attack from Vikings in 875 AD. With its perfect view of the wall winding through the pine woods of Housesteads Crags, and on over the great wedges of the Whin Sill, the hilltop can seem an ethereal place, especially at dawn, when the sun pierces the eastern horizon and illuminates the blankets of transparent mist that invariably envelop the cliffs.