In July I walked the length of the Hadrian’s Wall Trail in the north of England with 11 pals for charity. After we were finished but before my blisters had healed, my family hopped over the pond and we enjoyed a holiday in the U.K.
To my surprise, because while in the Lake District of England I noticed how close we were to an easily reachable and extremely photogenic portion of the wall and because my daughters were stoked to see where their dad had been traipsing through sheep poop, our vacation would come to include a return visit to a section of the wall and to the pub with the best sticky toffee pudding ever.
My girls wanted to walk 97 steps, one for each mile I’d traveled a few weeks prior, and to see the remnants of a Roman treasure. Afterward, they posed and were their usually goofy adorable selves on the wall and in the fields as we walked back to the car park.
