Tuesday Frost this morning but was a [sic] splendid fine & warm; no mail yet – finished a few repairs, its a clear night, teeth giving me trouble
Despite the contrast in the weather, this entry makes me think of W.H. Auden’s poem “Roman Wall Blues”:
Over the heather the wet wind blows
I’ve lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky
I’m a Wall soldier; I don’t know why.
The mist sweeps over the hard grey stone
My girl’s in Tungria; I sleep alone…
This photograph of Hadrian’s Wall in the frost and mist of an early winter morning is by Roger Clegg, catalogue number HW290F from Northern Horizons Photography.