When I started this blog I decided to tell the whole story of the trip, good or bad, even if it was embarrassing. Today at breakfast I checked the name of the hotel that I had booked for tonight: The George. I then looked in horror when it said Montrose and not Melrose. At this point I can picture my friends in MAC (Mountain Activities Club) falling off their chairs laughing. Luckily there are few problems which cannot now be sorted out with a mobile phone and a credit card, and I found a place in Galashiels. The lady at Montrose was understanding and reduced the bill.
All of that excitement meant that it was 8.40 before I left Jedburgh. As normal there was an immediate stiff climb out of the town. Going over the ridge, the trail then drops down to the River Teviot, which is followed briefly before another ascent to regain Dere Street. This was easy today with a good path.
The path eventually leaves Dere Street, and descends to follow the River Tweed…
…to St Boswells and Newton St Boswells.
At this point I spotted a shortcut, and followed a cycle trail along a road closed to motorists, down to Melrose, arriving at 4.15.
I considered walking on to Galashiels for a nanosecond – and then caught the bus.
Walking out of the bus station at Galashiels, I was checking the address of my B&B when I realised that I was standing next to it. This is going to be useful tomorrow, because as it’s a Saturday the buses are a little sparse. I am intending to catch the 6.30 a.m. bus back to Melrose. I have another 20-mile day tomorrow, with a lot of climbing, and I then have to camp so I want to make an early start.
Coming to Galashiels has allowed me to pick up a couple of maps for the Southern Uplands. I had an early dinner between the storms, which set in after I arrived. It was very windy today and I can do without driving rain.