After yesterday’s dawn start with all the sound of the wildlife and the early rising of the sun, we managed to lie in the tent longer this morning until around 9.00am.
After a sandwich and some juice we all set off from Stobo to walk the six miles along the old B712 country road to Peebles. We were lucky because we ended up managing to thumb a lift.
Even though it was quite early the sun was already high in the sky and it was turning into a roasting day.
I like Peebles and know it well because Nana and Gaga have taken us there regularly over the years for picnics on Sundays.
For a good part of the day we mucked about the town, played putting and played besides the swans down by the riverside.
We managed to get a country bus back to our campsite with the driver dropping us off nearby. It was strange getting back to camp; already it feels like 'home' as we’ve got a base there with our tent.
Paul Forbes; Peter and Iain Hoffmann Stobo July 1972
It’s become that rare Scottish event, a heatwave, so it was absolutely brilliant to take a long run from the opposite bank and jump into the cold waters of the River Tweed.
A fisherman had left some fish that he caught so we cooked them on the campfire for our supper.
When the bus driver was returning along the road in the late evening he flashed his lights at the happy campers.
We’re sitting playing cards now and chatting and laughing by the light and warmth of the campfire. A dream-like day, in both senses of the word.
Sounds like the perfect day.
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