We had a wonderful night at Pennymuir, the legionnaires were very quiet, in fact once the birds went to sleep all we could hear was rabbits munching grass. There was a fantastic sunset, which sadly did not fulfill the dream and we awoke to pouring rain. No matter, we found an old building in which to brew up and eat our nourishing breakfast of instant porridge and Burns.
Just a short trot down to Jedburgh - and it was a trot - 11 miles and in for lunchtime! Dad was on a mission - trouble is we don't know what - worrying!
Once more the scenery was wonderful if not as dramatic, and it struck us that the trees and hedgerows were at exactly the same stage as they were when we walked into Nanstallon, all those weeks ago. Must be something in this 'spring moving north at walking pace' theory.
Jedburgh is a charming little borders town, sporting it's own ruined abbey and lying on the Borders Abbey Way.
We managed to pitch the outer tent in the dry (weather, not ground) and went off to get a cup of tea in order to make sure the tent was thoroughly dry before putting in the inner tent.
Dad hit an all time low when he started scrabbling about in the skip behind the restaurant. Mum said hobos normally steal scraps of food - dad said he wanted to make a doormat to keep down the mud being trodden into the tent so he had rescued some cardboard.......mum apologised.
Melrose tomorrow. I expect we will have to inspect the remains (some mounds in the grass) of the Antonine Wall and then I think we've done with the Romans.
Keep spreading the word
M
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PS sorry, still not a strong enough signal for pics
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