I left at 9:40 with breakfast at 8. I had chatted with a German mother and daughter walking St Cuthberts. The mother had walked the Pennine Way. The daughter was a flight attendant with only a week’s holiday so they were walking the way in 6 days. They took the link for my fundraising. Immediately on leaving the village the path descended into woodland with carpets of wild garlic along a deep ravine cut into the red sandstone. This led to the River Tweed, a stunning way to start the walk. As for yesterday, the nature of the walk changed depending on where I was on the meander - outside of, and I was climbing up and down the river cliffs, inside and I was walking in the river meadows. Along with the river was the return of the back headed gulls and the sentinel figures of herons poised waiting for a fish to spear. Even running low, the power of the river was impressive and the flood flotsam hanging on the tree branches was testament to its strength in flood. The flowers along here were ...