Last day - Objective complete

Behold,for after completing St Cuthberts way we now have the power to control the animals,particularly these cows which seemed strangely curious of us (although I think it's because Gary smells of turnips. I will upload more tomorrow as were just about to jump on a train at berwick upon (upon mind,none of your common just on) tweed.

Quack and goodnight!

Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Day X,It might br Monday,behold the rescue bus

Gary has done his knee in and can't walk down hills, this and my comic inability to walk up them has resulted in Plan B which was the ickle rescue bus which took us with much alacrity to Berwick upon tweed,which is quaint but soggy. We're now on another bus to somewhere called Seahouses,which if my powers of deduction are correct will fearure houses by the sea. Tommorow the

Day X,It might br Monday,behold the rescue bus

Gary has done his knee in and can't walk down hills, this and my comic inability to walk up them has resulted in Plan B which was the ickle rescue bus which took us with much alacrity to Berwick upon tweed,which is quaint but soggy.

We're now on another bus to somewhere called Seahouses,which if my powers of deduction are correct will fearure houses by the sea. Tommorow the holy island at any cost!

Day 4 (I think)

The weather today was less than favourable,well - it was ok on the Scottish bit but as we crossed the border everything went downhill (except from the hill,that kept going up).

We took shelter in the Blair witch forest in the photo but only until we heard the basnhees,which turned out after some investigaton to be some fellow 'cuhbert wayers' with plastic bags on their heads (tis the fashion in these parts)-the rest of the day involved getting very wet and walking up hills in the sleet covered in sheep poo, perhaps not the ideal day but you do get a sense of 'holier than thou' when you get to your destination - and the only thing lost in the last 24 hours is a football match against Wigan. Shoody shoody shoody.

Tommorows highlights include mountains and most probably rain, Onward!

Day 4 (I think)

The weather today was less than favourable,well - it was ok on the Scottish bit but as we crossed the border everything went downhill (except from the hill,that kept going up).

We took shelter in the Blair witch forest in the photo but only until we heard the basnhees,which turned out after some investigaton to be some fellow 'cuhbert wayers' with plastic bags on their heads (tis the fashion in these parts)-the rest of the day involved getting very wet and walking up hills in the sleet covered in sheep poo, perhaps not the ideal day but you do get a sense of 'holier than thou' when you get to your destination - and the only thing lost in the last 24 hours is a football match against Wigan. Shoody shoody shoody.

Tommorows highlights include mountains and most probably rain, Onward!

Day 3 - feel the burn

Yes,feel the burn,not the burn from having to climb up the mountain (I hope I'm right I'm thinking that's 1000ft) but from the relentles April Scottish sun,I am lobster boy while Gary looks like a fire enging,only more red.

Luckily up the mountain was a sign indicating we had reached the half way point ,praise be. I'm writing this in the Border Hotel in captain kirk yetholm where I have just had a bowl of Cullen Skink-I think it's the only thing I'll be eating from now on! I'm going to learn how to make it as soon as I get back.

Day 2 - Follow the cross, not the roman hats

Praise be for these little signposts, placed at corners of confusion for low, they show the true way of the duck. Luckily we have been reunited with the map and now have some clue as to where we're going.

Day 2 - Follow the cross, not the roman hats

Praise be for these little signposts, placed at corners of confusion for low, they show the true way of the duck. Luckily we have been reunited with the map and now have some clue as to where we're going.

Day 2 - Indiana Jones

Look's quite stable doesn't it - nah,it's like a bloody trampoline!

Day 2 - The mocking hills

We're having lunch at Fair Maiden Lilliard's stone,she was a fiesty bird who kept beating up the english - "an when her legs were cuttit off she fought upon her stumps" - a sensible policy for a happier Britain!

The hills in the picture which we crossed yesterday in Melrose seem to be getting closer everytime I see them,they doth mock me! Am also pleased to report in the last hour we haven't lost anything else.

Day 2 - Leaving the tweed

As we leave the tweed behind and it comes time to change to the next OS map the dawning realisation that we have also left that behind,in the luggage that's being moved by van. I have taken the precaution of confiscating everything of any value from Gary to improve our chances from slim to marginal, Onward!

Day two - quack

Good thing we only had a light breakfast, we still took the precaution of crossing one at a time

Day One - No blisters

Luckily we're walking so haven't been effected by the volcano (although you can smell it in shetland apparently) although we have managed to loose the guidebook after only two hours which had the only map in it, luckily the footpath is very well signposted.

We started at Melrose abbey which is very picturesque and remarkably well preserved and then started off up the hill which I managed to do without dying or falling over - the weather has been quite good so far and the sun has poked its head out a few times. Today was a gentle introduction as it was only 7 miles but tommorow is a little longer at 12 miles.

Signing off now to try and wake Gary up as he's snoring in the bath!

What's this all about then

St Cuthbert's Way is a 62-mile (100 km) long-distance trail between the Scottish Borders town of Melrose and Lindisfarne (Holy Island) off the coast of Northumberland, England.

The walk is named after Cuthbert, a 7th century saint, a native of the Borders who spent his life in the service of the church. He began his work at Melrose Abbey. He achieved the status of Bishop, and when he died he was buried on Holy Island. He was called a saint eleven years after his death, when his coffin was opened and his remains found to be perfectly preserved.
[ source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Cuthberts_Way ]

[Extract : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Eider ]
Eider Ducks!!! Quack!
A particularly famous colony of eiders lives on the Farne Islands in Northumberland, England. These birds were the subject of one of the first ever bird protection laws, established by Saint Cuthbert in the year 676. About 1,000 pairs still nest there every year. Because St. Cuthbert is the patron saint of Northumberland, it was natural that the eider should be chosen as the county's emblem bird; the birds are still often called Cuddy's ducks in the area, "Cuddy" being the familiar form of "Cuthbert".

Eider Duck Photo by Andreas Trepte, www.photo-natur.de

I am a cow rather than a duck

I have been uploaded via a phone just to make sure that it works properly as internet and north are words not oft heard together