The boggy Pennine Way

Trip Start May 18, 2008
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Trip End Oct 15, 2008


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Border Forest Caravan Site

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

It rained constantly Wednesday night and Thursday. But I did manage to get my tent down in a dry spell. So I headed for Kirk Yetholm to start the Pennine Way at 12.30. I may have started the walk in the dry, but the ground was so boggy and wet, it was not long before my feet were soaked and I was also wet through from sweating up those hills!!! So I was glad to get to the mountain rescue hut, spread all my stuff out to dry. . . and of course another couple turn up cold and wet through! So I moved all my stuff to a corner and made them a cup of tea. Thankfully they decided to tent outside, well I was there first! I set off Friday  morning, after having put wet clothes on!, in the mist, so sadly no views even though I walked, very slowly, up the big mountain! Because there were no views I also avoided walking up the Cheviot Hill (thats my excuse, and I'm sticking to it!). Views cleared by the afternoon and even the sun came out. Stayed at the next mountain rescue hut on Lamb Hill. Not sure it was the safest place to stay, a notice inside warned "in the event of gun fire" follow these instructions!! If that wasn't bad enough there was a note I read in the visitors book warning of feral goats, with big horns and mean looking eyes, as I seen later. Thankfully they avoided the hut, unlike the sheep who seemed to like the hut as a scratching post! Very noisey if they have horns. Anyway apart from them I had the hut to myself, which is a relief as I can't imagine anyone wanting to tent outside!!!! Saturday I headed for Bryness to meet up with Padi. The weather seemed kinder today, started off in the sun, but clouded over later. I was warned the terrain would get worse! Alot of the route was laid with stone slabs or wooden planks but it didn't look promising when I met a jogger who had fallen in a bog up to his waist! And there it was, a huge boggy area! I managed to wade across, up to my knees in boggy water, but I didn't fall in.  If that wasn't bad enough I had a steep, muddy wet decline over a rocky edge into Bryness, where I could have toppled over any time or got wedged between the rocks with my rucksack. But I survived and still smiling. Now all me and Padi want. . . is a summer, please!
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