Finally, we go to the bus stop to meet them in this tiny flea speck of a village, Kirk Yetholm, and are disappointed when the 4.35 bus arrives and they are not on it
. Hardly surprising perhaps you may think that they set out from Stockholm around 3.45 am and have had to pass through Heathrow and Newcastle airports and then take a train to Berwick-upon-Tweed, and buses to Kelso and our village. Every opportunity for them to get lost or delayed on route. However this was not the case, and Kate had simply asked the bus to stop directly at the B&B instead of going to the bus stop. Typical Kate organising everyone around what's best for her life!
And so all that remains to be said is that we are now off for what we know will be a memorable dinner. Awaiting us over the next two days are about 50 kms. of some of the highest hills in Britain and a vertical climb of about 1 mile (1.6 kms). It is with some trepidation we think of these statistics and certainly Debby pondered them at 1 am this morning. Still we take comfort from the knowledge that we have been walking for six weeks and have walked over 870 kms so far. We are determined the Pennine Way, will not beat us.
We are adding some photos to this page so, never one to miss an opportunity, we thought we'd add a few comments
. We forgot to mention that when we arrived yesterday at an early 11.45 am, our hosts had not been at home ready to receive us. Quite natural, so it gave us an opportunity to explore Kirk Yetholm and the adjacent Town Yetholm. The former has a pub and a phone box, we chose the pub to spend a little time in and down some real ale called Nectar Bitter and had some oven heated baguettes, which weren't bad. Walking the 1.5 kms to Town Yetholm confirmed that it was bigger only because they had a butcher and a small shop in addition to their pub. There's just not a lot to do in these villages, unless there is a dark underside that we have just not discovered. We returned to the B&B and sat in their delightful back garden preparing out notes for the blog while listening to their mole scaring machine in the background. It is remarkable just howmany things needed to be invented in the world to lift our civilisation to the levels it has reached. By the way, a mole scarer sounds a bit like a croaking frog and it works - we're told.
When we finally got into the B&B yesterday we had our special treat which we felt we deserved for reaching the Scottish Border
. We had advance booked two one hour massage treatments, hot rocks for Debby and Walkers' Special for Keith. At 4 o'clock the delightful Tracey arrived and with candles, soft music and aromatherapy she proceeded to tenderise and relax Debby before turning her attention to removing Keith's knots and kinks. Well, at least some of them! After the massage we could think of no better way to end the evening than to empty the hip flask and consume a large Caol Isla Malt each and then, feeling so mellow, simply trot downstairs where Marilyn, our host, had laid on just the most lovely homemade dinner. Proscuito and Melon salad, sumptuous baked pork chops with meditteranean roast vegetables and steamed fresh vegetables, all washed down with an admirable glass of red. And then, the cinnamon apple cake with raspberry coulis and cream.
This is a rest day so we will keep this blog very short. We must mention though, the wonderful breakfast treat that awaits us. A huge bowl of fresh fruit with a lovely muesli. This is exactly the right place to celebrate a birthday and enjoy a rest day to boot. Keith is humbled and overwhelmed by the torrent of birthday wishes that have flowed his way. He is thankful to all of you for being so kind. We take a country bus on the 25 minute journey to Kelso for a few hours. This is just a lovely country town and one worth coming back to when we have more time. Today we are focussed on blogging of course, having not had a computer for four days. We get some coverage for free at the local library and we imagine that this cost is being picked up from the taxes all our British friends are paying. Thank you all. We could talk more of a nice little lunch we had at the Hoot 'n Cat Cafe but we won't because Kate and John are somewhere on route to join us and we must be there for their arrival.