foot. And although I’m following in Etheldreda’s footsteps I have no doubt
she’d have accepted a lift in a car from a friend if there’s been on going. We
could just do something nice together today that doesn’t involve walking. That
the dog can do too. Hmm.
of this section, it would feel unfinished. The B&B landlady has told us
about a shortcut across her fields so it’s not even that far. But do I want to
do it on my own? I look at the guide book. I think about the long walks I do at
home with not a care in the world. Why is it different here? Why do I feel a
bit nervous? What am I scared of?
and meet Johnny there.
suspiciously like Lincolnshire.
and through the dunes.
luggage free and felt as light as birds. Five miles seemed like two. What had I
been worrying about.
last swim in the sea for this trip.
just do it, but Wilf didn’t want to. So this time it was just me and Bet.
beyond the bit of land I stood on.
Then Berwick came into view.
walk, but we never went to Spittal, so I was pleased to get a chance to walk
through it now.
It took me no time at all. I met Johnny and Wilf in the car park near the barracks, and we
drove up to Marshall Meadows, the most northerly place in England, to spend the
night before driving back home in the morning.