Today’s technology is inescapable. It’s at our figure tips. Constantly. It almost a greater necessity than food. We can go without food for a day or three. But no internet? Aargh . . .
We’re pitched up at Colchester Country Park. Two miles outside of Colchester. Can we get signal? Only when we don’t need it. Face turned the other way. A message or WhatsApp comes in. How does it do that? It’s showing no bars. We can’t even find out what day it is! I no longer believe the 99% coverage claims of any provider. We had better service in remote areas of Morocco!! Apparently, the moon has better internet signal than Colchester Country Park.
Colchester Castle is caught in our headlights today. Hardly surprising. It’s one of those dark miserable wet gloomy days that belongs to the depths of autumn. The type that makes you want to stay snug in doors, curled up like a tabby in front of a roaring fire. We resist the urge. Make the effort. Catch the bus instead. Away from the site, MAPS technology again at our fingertips. Glued to the progress of the blue dot, we sit and stare, like the eyeballs in the sky of two observing gods. Give ourselves the Nod when it’s time to go nomadic.
Built on the foundations of the huge Roman Temple of Claudius, the castle houses a masterful collection of predominately locally found objects. All give testament to the ingenuity of the master craftsmen of their day. Indications of a sophistication quite bewildering. Their technological know-how evident in all its forms. From the practical to the aesthetic. Their legacy the building blocks of current civilisations.
