Before heading back across the border, we went for a stroll along the Tweed that runs through the Paxton Estate, through the gardens, said goodbye to the Hielan Coos..
We do have a bit of an obsession with cows, Charlie used to help look after the Herefords on the school farm, and no it wasn’t a posh private school, but Huntleys, the local boys’ Secondary in Tunbridge Wells. Although these are sweet, especially the slightly older ‘teenagers’ who gave us the look that all teenagers give anyone over the age of 25..
But I think the Hielan Coos are his favourite and from now they will always be Hielan Coos…
someone might have tried to smuggle this one home
We made our way slowly through the Scottish Borders and through the edge of Kielder until we reached the border. No sign of the ‘Keep Out of Scotland’ banners aimed at the Covid-ridden English, but I suspect Wee Jimmy Krankie might have bitten the hand that feeds her, with telling the Weegies the pubs are now closed.
Our stop for night was a campsite, just above the harbour at Whitby. Whitby, notable for the Abbey, Captain Cook, the setting for Bram Stoket’s novel Dracula, the cobbled streets and 199 steps up to St Mary’s Church.
We climbed up the 199 steps, well I did all 199, but Longshanks only did about 66! Then we came down and went for a fish & chip supper at Trenchers, separately recommended by Claire de G and Colin Paul. We shared a seafood starter and then fish & chips – highly recommended and with very full tummies staggered back up the hill to the van for another early night. The bed is the comfiest place in the van and unless we are eating out in the evening, we are often in bed by 8. Although in Whitby, I think half 7 was a record even for us…. we wanted to be safely tucked up before the Prince of Darkness made an appearance..🧛🏻♂️
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