A Scottish Story – Day 2, Cessford Castle to the banks of the Tweed

Distance: 26km

Fair maiden Lilliard
Lies under this stone
Little was her stature
But muckle was her fame
Upon the English loon
She laid monie thumps
And when her legs were cuttit off
She fought upon her stumps

Found on the gravestone of the Fair Maiden Lilliard (1544) and now representing the grit, fight and might of all Scottish women who fought in the wars of the 13th, 14th and 15th centuries

I enjoyed my evening watching the little lambs get bolder and friskier as the afternoon wore on, springing and fighting and clambering all over each other. Eventually they surrounded my tent in a gang, and whenever my back was turned they would curiously nose into my possessions. I’ve not spent so much time with sheep before, and I have to say they were pleasant company. A couple of punks ramming into my tent (and then sniggering I’m sure of it), but overall they were quiet and respectful once evening fell.

The walk today, whilst not as spectacular, had a lovely mix of everything. The tracks, consisting mainly of paddocks, forest verges and quiet roads were easy to follow and relatively flat.

Highlights for the day included wandering through several mixed woodland forests, listening to the variety of bird calls and trying to identify the species (with the use of an app). Springing out of a field I was surprised by a Roe deer, a native deer of Scotland that had been in steep decline prior to a dedicated recovery effort. The Roe deer is relatively easy to identify with it’s buxom, pure white tail.

So far, two things have become clear. The first is that not many people have heard of the Scottish National Trail. The SNT starts by following the St Cuthbert’s Way, an old pilgrimage route. There’s quite a few people out on the track, but many are surprised that I am carrying quite a bit of gear. When I explain, more often than not, a perplexed look follows.

Secondly. Nobody here has ever seen or heard of an Aarn backpack before. Most are extremely flummoxed when I walk by. Most think I’m carrying an enormous load because of the look of the three bag system. “Looks like you’ve got everything but the kitchen sink!” I’m no ultralighter, that’s for sure, but I do just carry sensible stuff! When I explain it, I can see it making sense to people. Pretty sure I need to come up with a stock-standard response. It’s going to be a long 5-6 weeks of this same quizzical look and comments!

The gravesite of the fair maiden Lilliard

I enjoyed a superb lunch of piping hot vegetarian meatball melts and fizzy ginger beer at The Artisan cafe in Harestanes before continuing on for another 10km to the banks of the Tweed. I sit now, at a perfectly set up little blogging desk, listening to the sound of the river and watching black-headed gulls dive into the water in search of fish.

Another stellar day. In fact, even though I’ve been applying sunscreen, I’ve been burnt again. My sun soaked Aussie skin isn’t handling the harsh brutality of the Scottish summer sun!

Finally, a quick check in in relation to my stated goals of a couple of days ago:

Take it easy – I think that’s a tick

Master wild camping – Well, I managed last night and I’ve got a pretty sweet spot again tonight. So, tick.

Romance – “Tell her she’s dreaming”

Enjoyment levels – Thorough. Another tick.

Three out of four ain’t bad!

This article was originally published on the Trek which can be found here

A Scottish Story – Day 1, Kirk Yetholm to Cessford Castle

Distance: 16km

Hey! I’m easing into this okay! What an absolute ripper of a day!

To backtrack. I know what I had in mind when I booked the Plough Inn. A lively Scottish pub brimming with folks whom I could spin a bit of a yarn with and enjoy a pint or two. Not how it turned out. I was the only person booked in, and so thoroughly enjoyed a delicious dinner on my own in the bar. I wondered later whether anybody else actually stayed on the premises overnight, or whether I was the sole occupant in that big, old pub. Regardless, I slept great. And enjoyed breakfast with the works, solo of course, in the dining room. Here’s to meeting some folks to chat with a little further down the track!

A quick stop at the small shop for a days supplies and I was on my way. Once again, the weather didn’t disappoint with the sun beaming strongly and just a mild chill in the air.

Here we go!

It doesn’t take long to start climbing. Up a wee hill, which quickly turned into a large mound which reformed into what I would describe as a mountain. No time like the present to get straight into it! The views were amazing, framed beautifully by the solemn stone walls. I saw my first pheasant! Majestic large birds with long tail feathers and ferociously dark red napes.

Up and up and up!

Up and over the mountain, I began to follow a little used road, enjoying the sound of an adjacent babbling brook. Despite my late start, I’d made really good time and so was resolved to enjoy a pub lunch in Morebattle and while away a bit of time. Unfortunately, the pub was closed. So onto the general store (which was great and had a great deal more variety than the store in Kirk Yetholm) where I devoured a sandwich, drink and conversation with a few friendly locals and hikers.

A physical challenge, an amazing walkway and a bubbly little creek

Walking into Morebattle

It wasn’t a place to just hang around (though I did find out just as I was leaving that there was a picnic area set up out the back), so onwards it was. Before long, there she was. Cessford Castle. A place I’ve been dreaming about for several months now. Always, when I was thinking about this Scotland trip, it would be Cessford Castle, and camping at Cessford Castle, that would pop into my head and motivate me to both plan and train for this hike.

I always think canola fields look incredible

And there she is! Cessnock Castle. A place I have been dreaming about for months.

Now here she is. And she is beautiful. Originally constructed in the 14th century, she boasted walls that were 4 metres thick to keep warring families at bay. Now, she stands, resplendent still in the landscape, many centuries later. It’s still really early, but I just have to stay and see this through. I need to camp at the castle.

Just casually camping near a castle

I wait around for a bit, not at all used to not being able to set up my camp spot right away. The castle is also home to a gang of curious sheep and their lambs, and so I spend some time chatting and getting to know them. It’s windy however, and I’m starting to feel the chill. I Google “When can you set up a tent when wild camping in Scotland?” Mixed response. But I do see a number of posts about leaving no trace being more important than the timing for setting and packing up. Makes sense to me…I pick a surreptitious spot and go for it.

So, tonight I will camp at a castle. And hopefully these sheep now like me enough to leave me in peace!

This article was originally published on The Trek which can be viewed here