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.