Its always sad to leave such loving towns, and Jedburgh is certainly one of those, full of character. Having spent our day of rest here we became well acquainted, but on this morning it’s time to let go and continue. This journey is a constant process of letting go. Life is a constant process of letting go.
And, Im glad because todays walk was possibly one of the most pleasurable walks I have ever been on. The walk out of Jedburgh, follows The Teviot river where we follow St Cuthberts way towards Melrose. We first cross a indiana Jones style suspension bridge.
Soon after crossing the bridge we decide to stop for some tea and snacks…
As we continue, we walk through ancient woodland following the river for most of the day. I feel at home, the overwhelming smell of wild garlic is also present with us throughout most of the day..
After passing through the woodland some miles later in once again the beaming sunshine, the Eildon hills are seen in the distance sticking out like 3 sore thumbs..
Once again, filled with joy, clear skies, and as we get to the Eildon Hills , Melrose is seen at the foot of the hills, we stumble down and set up camp for the night.
Today was lengthy, uplifting, tiring, humorous and fast moving. After an amazing night camping in the garden of the forest view inn sharing war stories with fellow campers, we chow down a brief continental breakfast followed by a mighty full English. 2 stones later we depart with high spirits, delighted once again with the hospitality received last night and this morning. The sun is in full effect today and the only way to describe the ramble up Byrnes hill is like a dehydrated camel getting pulled up a vertical ledge.
When reaching the top, its across the green Cheviot Hills, and what a love it is to walk these hills into Scotland, windows of pure joy are felt through this serene environment. Beautiful they are, but beyond , where the infinite is found there really are no words but laughter, laughing at what, we do not know. Neither does it matter…
5 miles on walking ‘the walkers trance’ we say farewell to the pennine way, and follow the old roman road (dere street) towards Jedburgh. We find our way quite easily, across hills until we reach a stream to freshen up. We decide to take the long concrete road into Jedburgh. Even though a quiet walk, any walker knows not to walk concrete. It is the most demanding terrain (in my opinion ofcourse), and for the 7 miles, its not easy feeling like a punctured tyre rolling on the hot floor being gentley pushed by the wind. Only our humour kept us going at this stage. Blistered feet , aching shoulders and worn hips are prevalent, but the pain is ignored as I’m on a mission. Staying focused is crucial, as on hard days like this motivations can be lost easily.
We are relieved tomorrow we rest in Jedburgh with its beautiful abbey and Mary Queen of Scots had her or a house here..
I soon fall in love with Jedburgh, and Im sad to leave.