Innerleithen to Melrose, 30Km
The weather is unbelievable. No one can remember a summer like it. There’s been no rain for two months, the Tweed, Scotland‘s most famous salmon river has never been so low and all the boggy bits on the Southern Upland Way are nice and dry. I haven’t seen a single midge. I hope it lasts until I get to Orkney.
Today’s walk across the heather moors was glorious because they are a mass of purple flowers and the bees are going crazy making honey. The highlight was the 6Km walk along a ridge of open hillside leading up to the Three Brethren, a set of three cairns where a group of bikers were launching themselves onto the old Drove Road which also hosts the SUW.
I met a walker who recently lost his job and much else and decided the best thing to do was to go for a walk. He started with The Pennine Way and is making his way up to Cape Wrath, on the top of the north west coast. We had a good chat as the bikes whizzed by.
I then crossed the Tweed but it wasn’t wet enough for a photo. After that, there was a long and slow crawl into Melrose. It’s an interesting place but I would rather be back at The Gordon Arms reading poetry.
The great thing about reading poetry is that nobody else does. If you think that joining a few hundred people in the Wigmore Hall for a Schubert recital is elitist, try visiting Waterstones in Covent Garden and asking their knowledgeable staff to recommend some modern poetry. Every sale is celebrated at Faber & Co and you’ll soon be invited to a reading in nearby Camden Town or perhaps trendy Tufnell Park, part of the golden triangle of my young days.