Sleep was punctuated by wind, rain and the agitated waves from the lake – which punctured my slumbers with thoughts of getting washed away by an imaginary tsunami. Suffice to say the bivvy/tent kept the elements at bay and we awoke to sun and blue skies.
We brewed tea and ate a chilli and rice ration pack before saddling up for a “wake up climb” past Aira Force waterfall. The road climbed and climbed leaving the jagged peaks of the Lakes behind to be replaced with the rolling hills of the Borders.
With the sun at our backs we felt invincible and talk quickly turned to how well our bodies had adapted to our new lives… talk I would soon regret!
We arrived in Carlisle famished and quickly found a cafe serving the breakfast we’d spent the past hour fantasising about. And it was good.
The start after our breakfast/lunch was a struggle – painful knees, no energy … made worse by Isaac plowing ahead. Repent at leisure!
After an age we arrived in Lockerbie (thank you Greggs and Lucozade!) and then Moffat started to feel attainable – just one more push.
In Lockerbie Isaac wooed me with talk of hot showers and I didn’t have the energy for wild camping, so we checked into the town campsite. Very luxurious.
And here we are: fed, watered and excited/scared/sad for our last day and arrival into Glasgow. Rain in forecast … but it’s been forecast for the whole trip, so we shall see if it delivers this time.
September 5, 2022 at 10:24 pm
“And the rain won’t come
The rain refuses to come”
Dig deep, last push! Good luck! Xxx