Julia Tertia V

© Aaron Watson

I only wish they hadn't posted him to Britannia to do his military service. When I first heard we were going to live in Eboracum I imagined a city made of ivory, because ebor means ivory. But it's a faded crumbling city with more hovels than brick buildings. The frescoes are peeling, the mosaics are missing tesserae and the sky seems always to be grey. And it's cold and dark this winter.