Will I Take the High Road or the Low Road?

Hooray I arrived in Scotland today.

I dipped my toe into Scotland yesterday but I’m well and truly across the border now.

I had to cut across country this morning; there were no footpaths, just a few mountain tracks, and lots of nothing. But thankfully my navigation was on form and after an hour or so I wandered off the slopes onto a farmer’s track that led me through the farm

Whilst I know that there are no trespass laws here I was a tad nervous as I proceeded. Within moments of my climbing over the gate a woman appeared from nowhere and, standing by her car, shouted ‘want a lift?’ I politely declined but was relieved that it wasn’t a ‘get off my land’ shout.

bantam egg man
have six eggs young man

Moments later, a chap approached and asked me where I had walked from. We got chatting and I filled my water bottle from his outdoor tap: ‘fresh spring water’, he said. I tasted it and it was lovely. ‘You’d better take these for you lunch’, he said, ‘half a dozen bantam eggs, they’ll be nice scrambled’. So within an hour of being in Scotland I had been offered a lift and given 6 eggs – and I had only met two people.

Interestingly, the farmer told me that he met a woman last year who was doing LeJog but in B&Bs so I must have picked a route that others use. This was confirmed later when walking to my B&B in Jedbrough I met another LeJoger, Richard has been catching up with me for a few weeks. He is pre-booking B&Bs and averaging around 20 miles a day.

The farmer was most amused that I had stayed in the mountain refuge hut. ‘Wasn’t it bloody cold?’ ‘Yes’, was the only honest response I could give.

There is a tradition amongst walkers who use bothies that you leave any surplus items in your rucksack for others. In the hut last night there was a partly used gas bottle, several batteries, and an emergency blanket. I had nothing to leave so I gave the hut a clean and sang it a song. I have done this with all of my Bothy stays. It leaves a nice atmosphere. This morning’s song was the traditional folk song The Immigrant – ‘I’m a stranger in this country’.

Roman road to Jedbrough
stone on the Roman road to Jedbrough

I met Richard again in the pub and briefly swapped LeJog stories; he is enjoying every inch of his walk and doing very well. There is a good chance that we’ll cross paths again in a few days time as he is having a day off tomorrow and he’s travelling about 5 miles a day further than me.

I’m looking forward to having all clean clothes to wear in the morning – my landlady is washing them as we speak…….

The town has run out of OS explorer 338 maps so tomorrow I will be walking mapless – l have spare batteries for the GPS.


6 thoughts on “Will I Take the High Road or the Low Road?

  1. Philip Heselton

    Now you’re in Scotland, another reminder to go to the furthest point on the mainland to Land’s End, ie Duncansby Head, either before or after you get to John O’Groats! And you might as well go to the most northerly point on the mainland while you’re about it; ie Dunnet Head.

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