More April sunshine. So we decided to walk, again. Wednesday would be a trek along a stage of the St. Cuthbert’s Way, one of Scotland’s long-distance paths. We took the bus from Edinburgh to St. Boswells, then walked to Melrose. Thursday would be along the Southern Upland Way from Melrose to Galashiels, but that’s in our next post.
Quiet St. Boswells has an unexpectedly chic deli-bakery-cafe in the middle of town, and, once again, friendly people. They don’t have great signage to St. Cuthbert’s Way, but we eventually found the path.
That’s the River Tweed, again. The Way weaves along the river but also browses through farms, small towns, and through small forests.
Who was St. Cuthbert? An influential hermit, if that’s not an oxymoron. He spent a lot of time around here, anyway.
One might even come across an egg in a tree, placed there for some mysterious reason.
Lunch break. As you can see, R believes in blending in harmoniously with his surroundings.
Our picnic was only briefly interrupted by an observer. Did he mistake us for sheep?
As we approached Melrose, we climbed up between two of the three Eildon Hills. These are places with strong mystical associations, if you go for that sort of thing. King Arthur and some knights might be under a sleeping spell therein, and the awesomely-named Thomas the Rhymer used to roam these hillsides.
And on the other side, Melrose comes into view.
After a long, warm day of walking, a drink is called for. (That was St. Cuthbert’s way, if you know what I mean.) R still likes beer. E prefers the Scots-distilled Glayva. This is in the courtyard of the George & Abbotsford Hotel (which was not where we stayed).
This was the view from our guest house, the Old Bank House. Those are the Eildon Hills again.
And the dinner at Marmions was nice, too, if you like food with your beverage.Slept well. Would the weather change? Would the path to Galashiels be easy to find? Would they have beer at the end? That’s for the next day.