We’re done. It’s done. PW20 is done. I’m now sitting in the beer garden of The Border Hotel in Kirk Yetholm, and it feels fantastic, absolutely fantastic. Just brilliant. Brilliant and fantastic. Okay, enough of the hyperbole. First of all
No animal encounters today, I’m glad to say, save for the usual sheep who scatter at your approach. Our first challenge for the morning was obtaining breakfast and lunch, as our Youth Hostel was self-catering. We’d established that the cafe
It’s funny how a day can start one way and finish completely differently. We started out from the Twice Brewed Inn with the mist covering Hadrian’s Wall, moisture on the windows, a brisk breeze, and we finished in Bellingham in
A rest day, just shy of eight miles. Twenty years ago, we stayed at the Youth Hostel (then called Once Brewed), and we didn’t go to the pub of the evening, even though it was a short day like today.
A shorter day. Not hugely shorter, like, none at all, but, well, shorter. 16.7 miles according to my tracker. That included the shenanigans getting to our hotel over the A69 as well. Anyway. Another day without full packs, as Caroline
Today was going to be a challenge, we knew that. We’ve both walked the same, and more, distance before without too much trouble. But certainly I haven’t walked more than 15-16 miles in one day for many years, and certainly
Today started (for me anyway) with an increasing apprehension about the next two days (12 & 13). As a result I was probably not the best company for walking. We’re facing two days of 20 miles a piece – tomorrow