I looked at that wall, and for a moment I appreciated something real about the passing of time: what had that wall seen since its first bricks were laid? The foundations of it would have been put down just as Napoleon was marching out against the Russians, or perhaps while Nelson was breathing his last, on the deck of the HMS Victory at Waterloo. And since then, that simple stone structure, would have seen the rise and fall of the English Empire; would have lived through slavery and then its abolition; it would have seen Queen Victoria born and then die, while fashions changed and technology grew. That wall would have survived the two world wars; seen the liberation of women, and the enslavement of us all to the social media feeds that have set their roots into us. That simple structure: brick, cement and a cover of moss and lichen, that will probably still be standing when I'm six feet under as well.