I thought that the lingering camerawork was superb and I found myself appreciating those magnificent ramparts more than ever before. How many hands must have moulded them? To think that what we see have been worn by the passage of time... How I wish I could have seen them when they stood fresh and proud. But for that fence I would still want to be all over them, but I realise there are delicate areas that need protection. I have fond memories of roaming unimpeded in my youth.