He’d stopped listening to the details anyway. He’d learned a week ago that with this lot it was only worth listening for the first dozen heartbeats - all the important information in any of their conversation was passed across then. After that it was just muttered complaints and bitter invective.His eyes strayed from the small green island to the far bank, where the Roman depot stood - though even the word ‘depot’ was perhaps too grandiose. An old stone structure that had apparently been something to do with the local druids but had fallen into disrepair some years ago had been repaired and reroofed with local thatch to form a large storage shed, while two more wooden structures - lean-tos really - had been added to either side, then a small barrack room of rough-hewn timber installed, along with a larger accommodation block for the numerous ‘passers-through’. The meagre collection was bounded by a wooden stockade which ran between each building to form a ‘fortified’ enclosure.
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