"The intrepid Famous Fourteen and their 2 dogs set off from HT early (for a Saturday...) on the 13th June.
After a scenic drive up to Harthope Valley we set off straight up Scald Hill. After 2hrs of view-watching and huffing and puffing and coughing and straining (that was just the Leader), we reached the stile onto the flat top of Cheviot and 5 minutes later were at the Trig marker and the highest point in our wonderful county. Phil reinforced himself with the home-brew, as did a few others...
Twenty minutes later we came down to Cairn Hill where we enjoyed a hearty lunch in the pub, oops, sorry, stone circle. It was a bit blowy & cold at this point and all felt a roof or conservatory would have been a useful addition - the Leader had omitted to pack such, so there were some murmurings. Hence Phil reinforced himself with the home-brew, as did a few others...
After our cheerful repast, the sun came out and the rest of the day was sun-lit as we skipped gayly downhill through the grass and flowers to College Valley. The birds sang, the sheep grazed (and stared....), the grass blew in the breeze, the desperate squatted behind a wall. Phil reinforced himself with the home-brew, as did a few others - then it ran out!!
The homeward stretch was uphill and downdale. Found a frog in a bog, and a large raptor circled lazily above us, the latter slightly disconcerting. The final descent to the cars was well-received with few complaints. The Leader was carried down in triumph, to the cheers and hurrahs of all the participants - Cheviot had rarely seen anything like it. (Ed - are you sure?)
We'd walked about 10 miles, the dogs at least 20, we were all happily tired, ready for tea and a hot bath. Then the home brew..."
