Last Friday cried out for a day’s walk. A two-hour bus ride from Edinburgh to Hawick (pronounced “Hoyck,” go figure) brought us to a point on the Borders Abbeys Way, a well-signposted long-distance path. Today we’d do the leg to Selkirk, a 12.2-mile ramble. Before leaving Hawick, we read the fine print on this statue of a horseman, which recalls the day in 1514 that local lads (“callants”) captured the English flag from the raiders in the Battle of Hornshole. It is still a big thing here.
After a slice of cake, we set off. The ongoing theme for today: Skies. Incredible, changing skies. We had the sun at our back as we walked north.
Admittedly, those clouds look ominous. But it wouldn’t really rain, right?
After this picture was taken, the raindrops began to fall. But those trees would make a nice shelter for the 15-minute shower.
And look: That dark cloud is retreating.
However, that other dark cloud is approaching awfully quickly. Is that a golf course up ahead?
That IS a golf course. We hurried through as the duffers played on.
Looking back over the links after the cloud pelted us with sideways rain for ten minutes. We hid behind a stone wall and avoided most of it.
One golfer teased us for not picking a proper hobby. But hey, the rain has passed, as seen in this view from whence we came.
Hmm. Now that cloud came up awfully quickly.
However, these alleys in the Hartwoodmyres Forest are handy. And it’s finally lunch time.
The forest padding was like a featherbed. Break out the pieces (sandwiches), wine, chocolate, and apple. I think we had a bag of crisps, too.
And the rain was over for the rest of the day, but the skies remained spectacular.
A doocot (dovecot) near Selkirk. On the grounds of the Haining (country house and estate).
And in Selkirk, this graveyard. The sign can be read in the image below.