Following Mick and Gayle's mantra of never passing a tea shop, my walk was ever so slightly delayed :-)
It was a bit of a tug up the Eildon Hills bealach, but nothing a rufty-tufty Challenger wouldn't take in their stride......but I'm not rufty-tufty. Ho hum.
Bowden Burn was my handrail for a couple of miles, at Newtown St Boswells I picked up the meandering River Tweed.
Light was beginning to fade so I started looking for a suitable camp spot. The ground was covered in wild garlic, the aroma was wonderful but the plants were so tall it made finding a flat bit very difficult.
Eventually I found a lumpy bit of ground on the river bank, on the other side of the river from the ruins of Dryburgh Abbey. If you look carefully, squint a bit, then use your imagination, you may spot it in the last photo.
Tent up, a light meal, then lights out at 10pm....I drifted off to the 10pm news on BBC R4.
Up and away next morning, I treated myself to a delicious cheese & onion pastie in St Boswells.....but then I found this tea shop.
Well it would be rude not to ...
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