Kirk Yetholm to Wooler
You might have detected from the time and probably incoherent nature of yesterday’s blog that I was delayed well past my bedtime by the celebrations and high spirits of my Danish friends, Bent and Troels, and their extensive support team. Their achievement was matched by the party and I’m sorry to say I drank more than the new normal. I haven’t dared read whatever I wrote and I might keep it that way.
It was a fine evening. We arrived after dark, the stars were twinkling in the sky, there was no moon and lots of bats swooped over us. One of them bit Georgie. The Border Hotel was ready with our free beers, a traditional greeting for those who complete the whole of the Pennine Way including the first two stages (which I missed). There was no time to even change out of our boots. Champagne followed then more beers then whisky. It was a riot. And dinner too. I am going to miss them all.
I didn’t feel too good this morning. I said goodbye to Richard and Georgie at breakfast and then set off on the St Cuthbert’s Way with Mandy, Martin & Sue. They will guide me towards the Holy Island of Lindisfarne on Monday. It was another lovely day of sunshine and colours and we had a gentle stroll towards the North Sea which we can already see in the distance. We started the day in Scotland but soon crossed back to England to head east to the coast. It was the last of the Cheviots. They’re not mountains but they are a formidable range of hills stretching across the country. I’ve seen them at their best and it was an experience I’ll never forget.
There are just a couple more days before I reach Holy Island. It seems an age since I started this pilgrimage but what an incredible journey it’s been, to walk up the length of England. I don’t know how many times I’ve been forced to eat beef and ale pie with chips in pubs. It’s has been quite a lonely journey at times but the final week is shaping into a memorable climax. What an ending it will be.