Although I was steeped in history by my Mum* (practically from birth!), I’m not a historian (and was dismissed, thankfully, from my school Latin class, I loathed it!), so this set of posts make no claims to be anything other than an enthusiast’s exploration of a place where a ruined Roman town became part of my world when I was a child. I know this place very well, it’s where the Roman city of Verulamium once stood, in St Albans (Hertfordshire, England), the town where I was born and lived for the first 25 years of my life.

This trio of illustrated essays are based on my personal relationship with the area, and a growing understanding of the departed Romans – and their predecessors. My own (perhaps idiosyncratic) perspective is supplemented by a fair bit of historical and archaeological reading over the last year, so I hope the essays will offer some thought-provoking entertainment, and maybe even some insights, for others who also find fascination and inspiration in the past.