I’ve been away for awhile, sharing memories with my wife and kids.
Last year I traveled to England for an 86-mile charity walk along the Hadrian’s Wall Path. It was quite successful, both for the charity and for me.
I made some awesome memories.
Then, I came home and agonized that my family did not share these memories. They could not know the thrill of following in the path of the Roman Centurions, of exploring ruined forts and castles, or of looking out over the windswept crags to imagine what life must have been like 2000 years ago.
Of course I told them about my week-long walk and the people and places I experienced, and they eagerly listened at first. But, after awhile, they were bored. They just couldn’t relate to my amazing adventure.
So, I decided to do something about that. Either I would keep my memories to myself, or I would find a way to share them for real.
You already know that I shared rather than shut up.
First chance we had, as school came to a close two weeks ago, we packed our bags and headed for England’s north country.
My family walked the wall!
No, not all 86 miles of it, but we covered nearly five. The best bits between Housesteads and Birdoswald Forts.
We also climbed to the top of St. Paul’s, wandered the streets of Carlisle, and visited the castle where the Harry Potter movies were filmed.
In short, my memories are now their memories. That’s just the way I like it.
You can certainly expect a few blog posts about our family adventures in Great Britain. Like our brush with Charles and Camilla, or my daughter helping us escape from a locked Tower of London.
In the meantime, however, we have school to finish up. The kids will have no problem coming up with topics for their next history paper.