Melrose Abbey

Found a Harvestman spider in my tent this morning, then cooked a toffee nut latte.

I visited the cooperative supermarket and pushed some breakfast. On the way in I met the deceptive woman who faked being ill yesterday, this time I chose not to befriend her.

To burn off anxiety I walked around the town of Melrose, passing the rugby ground. At 10 am I paid entrance to see Melrose Abbey, I’d heard (Robert debris) heart was buried there, wanted to know if this was true.

I don't believe Robert deBruis heart was buried in the location they claim (this is disputed also by historians). Nor do I believe deBruis would have his heart separated from his body. Separating a heart from a body was a punishment which leaves me to concluded he was stabbed in his back murdered during the crusadesm, as a disused, useful idiot.

I walked uphill and south of the town, through a disused railway station on walked east along the A6091… I was glad to rise above and leave Melrose.

After an hour I got a lift from Melrose from a farmer’s wife, despite being stressed with worry she was empathic and showed me kindness. We stop at a general store in Jedburgh (allowing me to pick up some bothy supplies). she took me over Carter Bar to Bryness, I then walked North up through the edge of the Kielder Forest a mile or two.

Until arriving at a wee bothy named Spithope.

Suffering from exposure from two weeks of chilling cold wind.

Settled down and attempted to silent noisy thoughts, just one reminded of vulnerability, a False Widow spider.