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.