Showing posts with label cross borders drove road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cross borders drove road. Show all posts
Wednesday, 18 May 2016
Tuesday, 10 May 2016
The Southern Uplands (SNT1) - 10th to 15th May 2016
Wideopen Hill on the St.Cuthbert's Way |
The next morning, after breakfast, I left the guesthouse and headed to the bus stop in the centre of Kelso. In common with most of the Border towns and villages that I had visited in the past, I liked Kelso. It had a handsome square sporting an impressive town hall and I had enjoyed spending a couple of hours wandering around it's tidy streets the previous year as I waited for my bus to Berwick as I made my way back from completing the Pennine Way. Now, however, I was too impatient to start my walk to spend time looking around the slumbering town as I crossed the square to the bus-stop. After a short bus ride, I found myself on the village green outside the Border Hotel in Kirk Yetholm, scene of my post-walk celebrations at the end of my gruelling ten and a half hour battle against the elements the previous year as I had crossed the Cheviot Hills from Byrness. My first two days of the walk would follow the St.Cuthbert's Way, a long distance walk from Melrose to Holy island, although I would be walking it in a reverse direction to Melrose. From here, I would then follow the Southern Upland Way to Traquair. I was familiar with this long distance, coast to coast National Trail as I had walked it in 1999 with a friend, so I knew what to expect.
Monday, 9 May 2016
Crossing the Border - My Scottish National Trail hike - 9th May 2016
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Royal Borders Bridge, Berwick Upon Tweed |
In the summer of 2015 I walked the Pennine Way completing the whole route in fifteen days and at the end of the walk, as I sat on the train returning south from Berwick-upon-Tweed, I wondered what challenge could compare with what for me, had been a superb trail. In 2000, I had attempted to walk the Cape Wrath Trail with a friend but illness had forced me to pull out after four days at Shiel Bridge and the walk had, in the intervening years, lurked in the back of my mind as unfinished business.
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