When we got here, once more, those wonderful people from Burns had sent my rations through, and I will have an abiding memory of mum sitting on the loo seat, dividing up days supplies.
At breakfast this morning, we were joined by 4 folk undertaking the St Cuthberts Way pilgrimage to Lindisfarne, and our grateful thanks to Tony, Laverne, and Shirley for their generous contribution to our charities. Laverne, I know I have probably spelt that wrong, but should you happen to log in, I would love the name and author of the poem you showed us - it was so very apt.
Once more we have encountered difficulties in finding me-friendly accommodation (humph) so tonight we are returning to Melrose. Dad did his usual; come on you two, let's go, bit. And had to return 4 times for things he had forgotten - me (can you believe that), my harness, my water bowl, and the satnav. More haste less speed methinks, but daren't say.
It was a beautiful morning, so much so that I regret to sy that mums shorts made it out of her pack again - a little crumpled maybe, but she insisted and we all donned our sunglasses to shield our eyes from the brilliant white.
We set off down the road, bypassing Abbotsford the former home of Sir Walter Scott. After a while the path ended with a barrier, due to the development of a new railway. Good old MP referred to his trusty map, and formulated a diversion that took us alongside the Tweed for most of the day. It was a wonderful walk, through sheep filled pastures, woodland and easy track.
At one point we were fortunate enough to see a Grebe, with her 5 chicks. Grebe chicks have a special trick of jumping on their mum's back if they are disturbed, a great sight.
I also had a very exciting moment when we came across 3 fire engines and their crews all kitted out in waterproof gear, preparing to practice rescuing people in the fast flowing Tweed. They asked if they could have their photo taken with me and I agreed.
All too soon, our days walk finished, and we had only a short wait for our taxi to scoop us up and take us back to lovely Melrose. A cup of tea and a piece of cake at a pavement cafe, and
then dad asked mum to get lost (in so many words) so that he could go and get her birthday card. There's nothing like a surprise!
Then it was time to take the tent down to the recreation ground, to put it up in order to dry it our after last week's torrential rain. With bright sunshine, and a gentle breeze, it took about 15 minutes - job done.
Tomorrow it's Peebles.
Keep spreading the word
M
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