We went to Shropshire, where, in a field
is a reminder of the ephemeral nature of not just man, but empires. Outside a tiny village called Wroxeter are the remains of what used to be the fourth largest city in Britain. In Roman times over 5,000 people lived here. The only feature left is the outline of baths (caldarium, tepidarium, frigidarium - hot bath to cold bath)
and this one large wall which formed the entrance from gymnasium to frigidarium.
They bathed (even outside for 60 years until, presumably, they acknowledged that the British weather was far too cold), used the latrines (this is the drainage channel)
steamed, anointed them selves with oils and scraped themselves clean, then went shopping in an adjacent market hall.
They lived in houses like this:
reconstructed on a platform not to disturb the still-to-be-excavated remains with internal gardens and gentle Shropshire views.
All the remains now is this outline and the Roman road.
Later, after the Romans left, everyone forgot what they'd learnt. The city decayed. A Welsh poem recorded the wife of a Prince watching the white city burn from the hills, and in Medieval times moved to a more sheltered spot.
taking a little Roman wall with them.