Starting on the second-to-last day of walking, I'm feeling a strange mix of emotions. There's sadness, excitement and relief. Hopefully in one day's time, at about 5.00 pm, I'll also be feeling a little victorious.
Yesterday in Bellingham, I saw this man looking victorious, walking home with his trophies and prize winning leeks.
Across the Cheviots, the Pennine Way follows the Scotland/England border crisscrossing it for much of it's course. This is the border fence and the gate were the route first crosses into Scotland. Perhaps inauspiciously, the gate catch was stuck closed, so I had to climb over.
Clennell Street is where I walk off the Cheviots to catch my lift to tonight's B&B.