Bothwell to Glasgow-13.2 miles

Leaving Bothwell, it was a grey drizzly morning as I worked my way around the road works. Nipping through traffic queues,crossing many busy roads I made it to Uddingston then on through the wealthy suburbs. Large public parks and small local examples of well loved landscapes were there for all to see. As you near the city  centre you are struck by the number of wonderful public buildings, many of them Georgian or Victorian. The city is bustling and culturally rich. Finding where you are staying in a big city is always a bit of a lottery. I asked some locals if they knew the road I was staying in, but no seemed to be the frequent answer. I found the road a short distance from our encounter,so much for for local knowledge. I have reached journeys end at last and hope God willing to set out again for  for the West Highland Way and The Great Glen Way next year. Hope you can join me on that journey.

Lesmahegow to Bothwell-18 miles

It was a strange start to this morning as I set out on the road. Firstly I expected it to be much brighter than it was. Instead the sky was black with drizzle in a strong westerly breeze. The other thing that was different from my expectations was the distance I would have to walk. I had thought it would be 13 miles and it turned out to be 18. I threaded my way through small villages and was by now on the outskirts of Greater Glasgow which could be seen in the distance from the advantage point of the hills. Down green leafy lanes  I walked to a crossing point that took me over the River Clyde to pick up the Clyde river walkway. This trail follows  the river into the city centre. I was going as far as Bothwell which is 13 miles from the centre. The woodlands were full of Bluebells and in the sandy river bank Sand Martins nested and flew up and the river to catch flies. As I drew near Bothwell I passed Strathclyde Loch where rowers trained and joggers jogged.Geese  by the side of the Loch protected their young and I had to fend one of with my map. I was glad to reach my destination and have a roast lunch and a pint of Guinness.

Abingdon to Lesmahegow - 18.0 miles

Breakfast done I hit the road again for a long day following the cycle route to Lesmahegow. It was a lonely chilly walk a cross the bleak hills, the road spreading out before me and disappearing like a dot on the horizon. It takes a particular mindset to walk this type of road where cars or human company are in short supply. I found myself talking to sheep and ponies who at least made eye contact with me before taking fright and running off. Arriving at Lesmahegow I found a truckers cafe and had  some lunch.

On arrival at my B and B a warm bath soothed my feet and I reflected on my journey.

Beattock to Abingdon- 18.2 miles

You never know what sort of day your going to have when your walking. It was supposed to be a straightforward walk mostly along a cycle way through conifer forests the road gradually rising until you eventually breakthrough the hills and descend to the river Clyde at Crawford. This was going to be my stopping place tonight at the Crawford Arms. When I arrived there the place was locked and a for sale notice was posted on the building. A lorry driver had arrived to take away the cooker and some other stuff. Obviously there was no room in the inn and nobody had let me know. It was time for plan B . After taking some local advice   I headed three miles up the road to Abingdon. There I found a hotel and managed to get a room for the night. It was friendly and comfortable and I was glad to have arrived. Later that evening four elderly men dressed in tartan sang Scottish songs and everyone had a great evening. I reflected on how fortunate I was not to have got my "first choice "accommodation.

Lockerbie to Beattock-14.5 miles

Having drawn back the curtains I could see the day did not look promising. The sky was dark and steady rain was falling. Breakfast however always changes the situation and my mood On top of this, as a bonus the sky was beginning to get brighter. Setting out on the road things changed very quickly and the theme that would be repeated many times would begin to play out. A heavy shower would blow in only for it to stop as soon as I put on my waterproof trousers. This exciting game between the clouds and me happened numerous times throughout the day. It was the long open road again today, easy map reading but hardly stimulating. I was forced to sing to myself on several occasions to cheer my spirits. Time passes of course and the miles are gradually strung together and you eventually come to your destination. I have be more than struck by the friendliness of the Scottish people, kind and helpful.

Tomorrow is a similar day but I know I will see some smiling  people along the way 

Kirkpatrick Fleming to Lockerbie- 12.7 miles

It felt chilly this morning when I awoke as the heating had not yet kicked into life. Despite this I was washed dressed and packed by 8.30 ready for breakfast. A local person then gave me " helpful " advice on the shortest route to reach the road I needed. I checked my map and found it would have added miles to my journey. Easier by car but no good to me where every mile counts. When I joined the road it was straight and seemed to go on forever and reminded me of that scene in North by Northwest where Cary Grant has a meeting with a man who does not turn up and get dusted by a crop duster plane. The only difference was I was not in Indiana, the skies were grey and it was very windy. ( no chance of any crop dusting). I reached Ecclefechan the birthplace of Thomas Carlyle and headed into Lockerbie. My B and B was 2 miles up the road from there. When I arrived no one was about so I opened the door and tried to find someone and make my presence known. I was on my own  so I fell asleep in a chair until they returned from a shopping trip. The place is splendid and friendly so well worth the wait.

Carlisle to Kirkpatrick Fleming - 18.2 miles

After having breakfast with Jon we headed to the city centre and said goodbye as he caught the 9 o'clock train back home. I headed for the chemist to get some more plasters and a fruit market to restock my banana supplies. I  left Carlisle about 9.30 and crossed the river Eden that  led me to the city's suburbs. My route then took me on a minor road that runs parallel to the busy A74 M . It was a frustrating sort of day, very windy, stop start walk, due to the rain showers. I had not yet got my mind in solo persons walk mode . Eventually I reached Gretna where I had a chat to an End To End cyclist. In a pub I had something to eat and escaped  from the strong wind. The B 7076 can only be described as a very boring road although it does make map reading easy. I soon reached my B and B and that evening  got a lift to and from the pub  to take on board some more calories.

Caldbeck to Carlisle- 15.5 miles

We now said goodbye to the mountains and followed the lush pastures and wooded valleys of the river Caldew. Here Sand Martins nested in the river banks and caught flies in the fields. Further along the river Dippers were catching insects by diving under water and quickly emerging again. The woodlands were white with Ransoms and Bluebells fringed the footpath edge. The riverbank path gradually changed to a cycle way and we soon entered Carlisle. Tomorrow I cross the border to Scotland 

Keswick to Caldbeck -15.8 miles

To make our journey today required that the weather was sunny and visibility good. Thankfully it was. This was necessary because our route took us via Skiddaw house a remote building that used to hold shepherds. It is now the highest hostel in England. From here the route turns sharp right and follows the River Caldew through the mountains to High Pike the highest point on the Cumbria Way. As visibility was clear we made the steep climb through the Heather up to the Lingy hut, a shelter to protect walkers if they get caught in bad weather. After the climb over High Pike we descended rapidly to the village of Caldbeck. We had our evening meal at the Oddfellows Arms which was excellent and reflected on our adventure.

Dungeon Ghyll to Keswick- 18.2 miles

At last a wonderful clear morning on which to ascend Stake Pass and go through the fells to Borrowdale. The walk started steadily up Great Langdale where stake pass begins. The pass is named from wooden marker posts that used to highlight the route. It is a long winding path that climbs to 480 metres and then descends into Barrowdale. It was here the Cuckoo called out from across the other side of the valley. There were plenty of signs about being aware of Red Squirrels but I never saw any actual squirrels . We had to cross some stepping stones across the Stonethwait Beck and Jon over balanced and ended up in the stream. After his quick change of clothes we headed into Keswick following the shore of Derwent water. We eventually arrived in Keswick at 6pm and I was glad for a soak in a hot bath.

Windermere to Old Dungeon Ghryll - 16 miles

The morning started cloudy and wet as we set out from Windermere. At Bowness we were due to catch the ferry a cross the lake. As we arrived to my horror it was not operating due to windy weather. What were we to do, to go around the lake would be a 20 mile round trip. I phoned the ferry office and were were able to catch a small ferry boat a mile back in Bowness. We walked back and caught the ferry and eventually made land on the other side. Gradually we made our way through the woods by the lake and then into the hills where we saw a pair of Redstarts. As we reached Old Dungeon Ghyll the rain started and we took shelter by the hotels fire and had a drink. A hilly day awaits us tomorrow as we climb Stake pass.