“I said, ‘listen, if we don’t win it, I’m not bothered’. The shift these lads put in, they had already won it for me. When the final whistle went, I had to have a moment, because I was choked up.” It may have been constructed to keep people out (the Romans), to keep people in, or to mark the border between ancient kingdoms: nobody knows for sure, but Scot’s Dyke, the fourteen-kilometre-long trench that stretches across North Yorkshire from the River Swale to the Tees has been a topic of fascination since it was formed, a couple of thousand years ago. It houses several burial barrows and beneath one of them, legend has it, lies a crock of gold still waiting patiently to be unearthed.
Today, along that ancient passage…
