Day 20
Friday 8th June 2012
Windy Gyle to Kirk Yetholm
I got up early and was away from the Byrness Hotel before 8.00. It took over half
an hour for Katie to drive me back to Trows Farm in the landrover and drop me off
there. With all the quality for which British cars are famous the landrover's
electrically-operated sun-roof had stopped working and had developed a leak which
caused the accumulated overnight rainfall to be deposited on the front passenger
as soon as he fastened his seat-belt. Today this meant a good dollop of water down
my neck as it had been raining overnight.
As we drove to Trows the cloud was sitting low on the hills and everything was
wet from the fine drizzle hanging in the morning air. It didn't look promising for
my last day and I didn't really want to get out of the car when we finally got to
the disused farmhouse. I had to though and as I struggled into my waterproof
overtrousers, in the same barn I'd waited in yesterday, Katie gave a farewell
toot on the horn and was gone.
Setting off from Trows |
Back at Windy Gyle summit |
Alone for the final haul to Kirk Yetholm. Alone but at least my load was light as
I'd left everything I no longer needed at the Byrness Hotel for Trisha to pick
up when she came to collect me: tent, sleeping bag, Thermarest, chargers for the
electrical bits, dirty laundry, old map etc. It made a fair difference.
With Katie gone I shouldered the rucksack and set off up the hillside for the
long, two mile slog back to the heights of Windy Gyle. All too soon I was in cloud
and it was difficult to tell if the wetness was rain or just cloud pressing to me
- it was wet either way though. Back at Windy Gyle I turned right (north-east)
and started a 13.5 mile slog through bog, rain, hail, bog, wind, mist and more bog.
It wasn't the most pleasant stretch in those conditions. Probably great in good
weather but the rain had topped up the bog and whenever there were no paving slabs
or duck-boards it was awful - a squelchy, soaking, tiring ordeal!
Paving slabs through the bog, in drizzle and cloud |
Walk on, through the rain... |
Somewhere past West Cairn Hill I went wrong, recovered but ended up going backwards
along the same duck-boards I'd arrived by. It was partly because I was trying to
use the GPS as little as possible, keeping it in an inside pocket for dryness as
I was worried it might get wet and stop working. I didn't fancy navigating in this
cloud and bog without the GPS. I soon got back on track though and reached the
mountain rescue hut in which I'd been planning to spend the night until Katie came
up with her vastly superior alternative. I have to say sleeping at the Byrness Hotel
after a good, home-cooked Katie meal is preferable by far to the prospect of a night
in that bothy. Spartan and only to be resorted to in extremes. I sat in it on one
of the bare sleeping platform/benches and ate my packed lunch then it was back
outside to resume the wet trudge through bog and cloud.
The mountain rescue hut |
Kirk Yetholm |
At the point where the Pennine Way splits into two alternative routes, the traditional
high route and the softies' shorter low route, I gritted my teeth and took the high
road even though it meant extra slogging uphill and an additional half mile. Well
I was only going to do this once so I thought I might as well do it right.
Eventually I began to drop down towards Kirk Yetholm and as I came off the hills
and onto a tarmac road near where some cows were mooching about, an old boy and
his wife offered me a lift into town. It was very nice of them, especially as I
was so muddy, wet and bedraggled, but of course I had to decline and finish the
walk properly. I walked through the rain into Kirk Yetholm and over to the official
end at the Border Hotel.
A soggy arrival |
Cleaner and drier - the next morning |
It was pouring down and there was no-one around to take
my photo so I had to just hold the camera at arm's length and do it myself. In the
hotel after a bath and a change of clothes I signed the official book, supped my
free half pint of 'Bucking Fastard' and received a fine certificate signed by Olivia
Blackburn, the barmaid and daughter of the landlord. Then the inevitable vegetable
lasagna, frozen tiramisu parfait and another pint.
And that was it.
Distance: 15.5 miles (includes 2 miles from Trows to Windy Gyle)
Average speed: 2.6 mph
Total ascent: 3562 feet
Total Distance: 284.14 miles
Total PW Distance: 276.54 (excluding sidesteps to B&Bs)
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