While walking his dog, Bill sees a vision of Roman soldiers marching over the WALL, Hadrian's Wall in Cumbria, right on the borders of Scotland and England. Still, the funny thing is that he only sees their top half and he's a thinking man, so he sits in a pub and works it out in his brain. The landlord recommends a drunken press man interview him to get the story for his paper, which he does, and in the cold sober light of day, he writes his collum in the Echo, then, to his surprise however, the big players in London pick up the story and he has to front an interview with Bill, on the WALL in the daylight, as the love story starts. But could this story become the North's Loch Ness monster? The Landlord of the Old Centurion has high hopes that it will.