On a misty morning I took a walk from
Durisdeer up a path through the nearby hills.
It was a nice, dry path with a lovely and well-kept dry stane dyke running
alongside it and a signpost that told me I was two miles away from a place I’d
never heard of. Let’s walk there I
thought. It’s probably some pretty
village...maybe I can get a nice cup of tea there. So, off I wandered up a path that gradually got
steeper. Not massively steep, but steep
enough for a fat, sweaty old man like myself.
I huffed and I puffed my way up,
the humidity of the day taking its toll on me and the armpits of my shirt. Eventually I arrived at my destination,
finding nothing there other than an old hut collapsing into the marshy ground, some
stone wall sheep pens, and a sign by a path across the wall, pointing back down
the hill. This signpost informed me that
I was a mile away from a Roman Fortlet.
Well, as it was on my way back down the hill, I thought I’d follow the
path and go there to have a look.
I started off and could very soon see
the mound that the Fortlet had once stood on.
Now you would think that when something is in your view that you
couldn’t really get lost walking to it, well you haven’t met me then. I am the man who on his first trip to Paris,
went looking for the Eiffel Tower and managed to walk past it three times. I was too busy looking down at the map I was
using to notice that I was right across from it. Then I looked up and had one of those ‘oh’
moments. So, as I walked down to the
Fortlet, I somehow managed to veer from the path leading there and ended up
walking down a dry stream bed that led me into a marshy, boggy patch of ground. I could only find my way out of this by
following the sheep trails. Luckily,
they seem to prefer the dryer ground.
Unluckily, they never take the direct route anywhere. Anyway, after walking this way and that way,
I eventually got back on to the path again and made my way to the Fortlet.
The Fortlet is described as one of the
best preserved in Britain, though to be honest all I could really see was a
mound with some slightly different coloured vegetation on it. But still, it was weird to think that a
couple of thousand years ago this was one of the outposts of the Roman Empire. Hundreds of pairs of sandalled feet must have
marched up here, probably following the road rather than wandering off into the
marsh and bog like me. On this damp
mound there had been buildings where people had worked, eaten, slept and kept a
careful eye out on what the locals were getting up to. Now, just a few sheep stood around munching
on the vegetation, and keeping a wary eye on me.
The Fortlet is believed to have been
built during the Antonine period, sometime around AD 142. It was one of many built along the road that
once ran along past it. The Fortlet
would have housed a detachment of soldiers from a larger fort, who were stationed
in these smaller forts where they could more easily deal with, and control, the
local population.
The Fortlet was built on a mound and surrounded
by a protective ditch. Excavations carried out on the mound revealed that there
had been some wooden buildings there. These
are believed to have been the barracks for the soldiers based at the Fortlet.
Watched by some sheep, I left the
Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk in amongst the small marsh plants
growing where the Fortlet would have once stood.
The coordinates for the location of the
Skulferatu are –
Latitude 55.325558
Longitude -3.731063
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I used the following sources for
information on Durisdeer Roman Fortlet -
The
Roman Occupation Of South Western Scotland
By John Clarke, J.M.
Davidson, Anne S. Robertson & J.K. St Joseph
1937
Canmore
Canmore - Durisdeer Roman Fortlet
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