In the UK, there is a proud tradition of naming long-distance walking paths after talented reprobates. I mean the various opium fiends, international terrorists and child murderers who make up our colourful national tapestry (see the Coleridge Way, Drake’s Trail and the Richard III Trail). So perhaps a 30-mile weekend walk dedicated to the Mortimers, and their most notorious scion, Sir Roger, is an appropriate addition to the weave. The Guardian’s journalism is independent. We will earn a commission if you buy something through an affiliate link. Learn more. After all, this is the man who allegedly slept with a reigning queen (Isabella), probably killed her husband (Edward II), and certainly became de facto tyrant of the realm for three turbulent years in the 1320s, feathering his own nest relentlessly during that time. They don’t make world leaders like that any longer, do they? A view towards Mortimer Forest. Photograph: Paul Weston/Alamy Roger’s stomping ground, however, was not where you might expect: he was a marcher lord on the Welsh border, and his family trail wends …