Woke up to a glorious blue sky on the banks of Ullswater in the Lake District. This also made for a stunning view across the lake and into the mountains.
Setting off in high spirits we soon started climbing out of the lakes.
We followed a very long, straight road to Carlisle, and an unceremonious entrance into Scotland: I was ecpecting bagpipes.
Stocking up at Dumfries, Dave made me carry 10 bottles of beer on top of my already hefty luggage.
Made it to Glemidge that certainly lives up to its name.
Weather is supposed to get better over the next few days. Im sure the terrain is about to get a lot worse!