Viewable wall stone before visible extant structure           July 2015

“… I weary for Suffolk and its gentle fields, a world away from this barren landscape of cold mist and rain, riven with channel and hole and where the smoke from fires hangs heavy and does not dry the wet bog caked into my breeches. I now know why my namesake’s had no stomach for this land, as sometime even I, methink have arrived in hell. Then the constant barracking from the Scotch and Jacobin berate us everyday, where they throw mud and other filth upon us when our back’s are turned and even in the night this peasantry doth rob the stone from us for their houses and stockades.  But then sometime I stand before the great wall itself and am remember’d of the Flemish and Iberians that toiled hard to build it and then, aye, me here come to tear it down for that damned road and all of this alone upon Wade’s orders, to quench his thirst for a battle that we, though tired and badly paid, must endure for both him and in the name of  our German King…”

Excerpt:  from a letter home by Captain John Turnbull  1746

attrib:  William H. David’s  ‘Military Letters and Journals Vol II’  pub 1852