The Plough Hotel
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... of 2kg in weight. Therein lay the problem, it was impossible to fill the box and keep it under 2kg. Our two Lonely Planet guides weighed 1.7kg alone and the box 300 grams, so that didn't work. In the end we managed to pack a couple of beer glasses, a tapestry, a small book and lots of plastic air bubbles.
The rest of our stuff managed to squeeze into our bags and stay within our weight limits... ...
... here there was scaffolding all around it. We didn't bother paying to go in, just took a photo through the fence like so many other tourists.
David had been complaining about his hair getting really long and decided to get it cut even though we were going to the cold of the Arctic Circle, it might have helped keep his head warm.
A homemade Christmas dinner was being prepared ...
... Cafe but we won't because Kate and John are somewhere on route to join us and we must be there for their arrival.
Finally, we go to the bus stop to meet them in this tiny flea speck of a village, Kirk Yetholm, and are disappointed when the 4.35 bus arrives and they are not on it. Hardly surprising perhaps you may think that they set out from Stockholm around 3.45 am and have had to pass through Heathrow and ...
... make for happy tummies!) Debby, by the way, had scrambled eggs which were also okay.
By 9 o'clock, fortified and full of the joy that springs from knowing that everything is well in the breakfast world, we walking on a small road out of Morebattle contemplating our first significant hills for a while. Today we have only about 10 kms or so to go to Kirk Yetholm, but we tackle three peaks along the way. These peaks looming ahead of ...
... it must have seemed when it was abandoned.
C from northern Afghanistan joined us for Hadrian's Wall with her sister R. Odd how all these Afghanistan friends suddenly saw fit to join us on the PW, the toughest stretch of our trip... We had dinner together in Haltwhistle, a town which fervently declares itself the geographical centre of Britain - a reminder of how far we ...