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Walking The Pennine Way When I Was Eleven: Stage 18 - Cheviot Camp to Kirk Yetholm

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Start: Cheviot Camp Finish: Kirk Yetholm Distance Walked: 23 miles Total Distance Walked: 263 miles We were up at dawn to begin the long trek through the Cheviot hills and complete the Pennine Way. Much of the early part of the day was very close to the Border Fence between England and Scotland with views of the hills and valleys. We saw a mountain shelter hut in the distance. The path was decent, on grass and with the lack of rain wasn't too boggy. We saw very few people although as we neared the Cheviot later in the morning we weren't completely alone. The Cheviot is the highest point in the eponymous range of hills and lies a mile off the main Pennine Way route. The area around it is featureless and quite uninspiring with the summit rumoured to be wet and peaty. We weren't tempted to make the detour to the top and back. We climbed the last hill in England, Windy Gyle, before crossing the border for the last time and entering Scotland for good. ...

Walking the Pennine Way When I Was Eleven - Stage 17: Bellingham to Cheviot Camp

Start: Bellingham Finish: Cheviot Camp Distance: 20 miles . Total Distance Walked: 240 miles The first part of this stage I recall little of. It was through fields, moorland and another section of quite dull walking through conifer forests. The last bit of forest ended at the small village of Byrness, the last settlement before the end of the Pennine Way. We reached Byrness in the late afternoon and had a meal at the cafe there. Many walkers spend the night at Byrness and have a marathon slog of miles to finish the Way. My father had decided that this would be too much for us to do in one day so after eating we set off up out of Byrness into the Cheviot Hills. The first mile or two took us up through the last bit of woodland before we came out into the bare hills. We did another two miles and set up camp, as we had done on the first night of our walk, in wild hill country. Our camp was just next to a fence by a sign indicating MoD land. We listened to the radio and ...