20.6 miles – a wicked wind, splattering rain
The journey as far as Lanark was along a chain of four long-distance paths, I pick up another chain of trails at West Linton; the 20 miles in between has to be covered on roads… almost. I noticed there was an old railway line which might be traversable, and if it were, would cut off three miles of trunk road.
All started well, the old trackbed was concreted over; then I heard the whir of a car behind me. “This is private property.” Bugger! I apologised profusely and explained. “Well, there’s an enclosure ahead and a field beyond.” I had the impression I was being given reluctant permission to proceed. I went through the enclosure. The fence beyond was low enough to step over. “Yeaww!” It was electrified. It was only later that it occurred to me that the blighter might have turned it on deliberately – the field beyond was a hay field.
No more ‘optimistic’ routes!
The wind and rain smote me all day, so I felt Blessed, when on arriving at West Linton, I came upon the Gordon Arms Hotel. The proprietress welcomed me before I even entered, they provided me with decent ale, good food and a very reasonbly priced bed for the night. I felt I had handed on my feet.