This, believe it or not, is where my journey ends. You can just about see in the distance, Lindisfarne Castle, which is held up by white scaffolding. It's under restoration work, which is just fine by me as I'm more interested in the priory (all the more reason to come back someday!). The train I took today went straight past the island which I now won't see again for a week and 63 miles on my boots.
Berwick-upon-Tweed looks like a beautiful town, as I sped by, and I'll have a chance to see it again next Wednesday.
I ran out of track in Tweedbank, and so I changed for a bus to Melrose during the crushing five o'clock rush hour commute.
Melrose Abbey, where my trek begins, closed about 30 minutes before I arrived but I'll see it tomorrow first thing. I'm very much looking forward to seeing this Abbey - I'm a big fan of Abbey ruins. They're hauntingly beautiful and seem to still reverberate the sounds of prayer and worship. I've also been tasked with finding the Virgers' Office. Stay tuned for further developments.
My little B&B room boasts a view of tomorrow's big challenge. It's only a six mile walk tomorrow but it'll be straight up this hill - the Eildon Hills - a 1,016 ft (310 m) ascent within the first mile of walking. But who's counting?
In the meantime, a celebratory pint to kick off this little adventure. Cheers!!
Rush hour looks familiar. And I see a Canadian ziploc bag. Have a good rest to head up the mountain tomorrow. oox
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