I went down to Stobo Village which is really just a tiny hamlet to the wee shop-come post office-come someone's house and bought five bottles of juice for us this morning.
Adjacent to our tent there’s a small still pool where we keep our submerged drinks cool and which we also use for bathing.
I felt slightly better this morning but it was turning into yet another cracking day.
Fiona stayed behind to look after the gear and potter around whilst Paul Forbes and I set off for the six miles to the lovely county town of Peebles.
We began walking there but it was dead hot and exhausting.
We stuck our thumbs out to a couple of passing vehicles but without any success.
Being a quiet country lane there was very little traffic on the road; of a sudden we heard a car in the distance. I immediately lay down in the middle of the road whilst Paul leapt frantically up and down and waved down an older charming English couple and told them rather dramatically that I'd fainted with the heat.
They kindly offered us a lift into town. Rather like Stanley Baxter in The Fast Lady I of course made an immediate recovery and we were soon chatting happily with them on the drive into town!
We had an enjoyable day in Peebles, a bit similar to Monday.
When I got back I gathered in some firewood from across the river in the small woodland before going for a brilliant dip and swim in the River Tweed.
After supper we sat round the campfire playing cards and having a good laugh. The bus driver on the Peebles to Glasgow run has just flashed his lights at us and given us a toot of the horn and a friendly wave.
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