DAY TWELVE

DAY TWELVE

We woke with the intention of getting off on time. We went through to breakfast on time, and tucked into cerial and fruit juice before a massive breakfast. Pat was attentive offering more tea and toast. Before we left we got chatting, and before long, we had been chatting to Pat for almost half an hour and were now late leaving. We wished Pat and Lez goodbye with s firm handshake and even a hug and a kiss from Pat. She even went in for a second from Ash, but we were already running late.

We spent the morning Following the river after deciding we didn't have the energy to walk back into Alston to find a packet lunch. It was a pleasent start to the day and followed a dis used rail track in parts. By about twelve we were reaching the only pub on the days walk. Considering we were still full from breakfast we decided not to do the detor to the pub and carry on. 

At the top of the next ridge we bunped into Geoff and Ann again sitting eating their tasty looking lunch. We carried on green with envy, and sat on a bridge a short distance ahead, and tucked into a nice fruit and nut selection and apples and bananas.

Up the next hill there was promise of a Roman Road. Were were delighted to see it had completely grassed over and didn't resemble another gravel path of torture. From here on the going was up and over fields and styles. I wondered just how many styles we had walked over during our trip. 

On heading into some mooreland we came across six walkers a little lost. It turns out they were the Bolton Walking Club from Blackburn. We were surprised and impressed to see them walking with a blind man. This was made all the more impressive by how fast they were travelling. 

By now I was in some pain. I was desperate to get to the guesthouse and get my boots off. It was at this point we decided to check the exact location of tonights B&B on google maps. You can imagine my face when I realised it was actually 2 mile off route out of Greenhead in the wrong direction! Ash would say I was moaning but seriousley I hobbled the last two miles. Ash showed sympathy " ooh I do feel for you" then quizzed me on if we were actually walking along the route of Hadrian's Wall, if the wall, or above the walk, or in the ditch and the whole history if Hadrians wall of which I knew nothing.

FINALLY we arrived at the B&B. Never had I been happier to see a bed and the chance to put my feet up. We were served tea and Mr.Kipling bakewells (Ash ate two) before crawling down the road to dinner. The pub looked ruff from outside but has to be said it was great food, and a nice place to spend a tired evening after walking.

After a slow slow walk back up the hill we were back home and ready for a sleep.