Burned out

This Robbie Burns chap is everywhere. We seem to have been following the Burns Heritage Trail and when I suggested to Jane that we might come back and visit some of the museums a sort of glazed look came over her face. We are now in Annan and even the local chippy has a plaque commemorating the poem he wrote there (honestly!)

Those of you who heard my 'Immortal Memory' address at the Burns night we had in Great Alne a few years ago will remember that his death was hastened by being immersed in the Solway Firth by his doctor. That is where we now are having traversed Scotland from it's North Coast to it's South Coast. The hillls we can see across the water are the Cumbrian Fells. (Don't tell Jane but we are crossing those tomorrow).

It's been a fantastic day with lovely weather and we feel great. Now it's just a small matter of getting across England.

Peter