Trails and trials of the writer who walks
So it was that I strolled into Kirk Yetholm at about 9:15 am, and a friendly couple outside the Border Hotel suggested I might get a coffee there. Thank you a billion times to the lovely young lady in the Border Hotel who brought me a tray of coffee even though they weren’t open, a Pennine Way certificate bearing my name, and the famous book to sign. She wouldn’t even charge me for the coffee.
Afterwards, I spent a pleasant couple of hours waiting for the 12:43 bus to Kelso – some of it on one of the many benches in Town Yetholm, (a short walk from Kirk Yetholm, but the Kelso bus stops at both), and some of it in the Plough where the banter between five regulars couldn’t be bettered by a comedy script writer.
For the benefit of any other back-packing OAP’s, when you get on the Berwick bus at Kelso, just wave your English pass and say ‘Berwick’. They don’t swipe it and apparently have a cross-border arrangement for Berwick residents. Many thanks for that gem to the couple from Berwick who were at the same stop in Kelso.