Yesterday evening I was feeling pretty cheery having made a good
distance in the day, bought chips and battered sausage for my supper
as I came in to Peebles and been given a free pitch at the campsite
when they heard about my Trek. An early night and I would be set up
for another good day. Little did I know that I would be on my hands
and knees outside my tent at midnight relieving my stomach of it's
chips and sausage contents. Now in the ordinary scheme of things this
is just plain unpleasant but add to that that I'd done 24 miles
walking and the energy contents of my muscles must have been near nil
and this was going to stop them from recharging. I had a few more
hours sleep after this but not a great amount. I managed to haul
myself out of the campsite by half past eight in the morning but was
staggering from the outset. I told myself that it doesn't matter how
slowly you go just keep on going and you will get there. It was a
lovely sunny day all day today but this was one of those days where I
really earnt the money people have kindly donated. I've been so tired
and exhausted for most of the day all I've really wanted to do is sit
down. By 2pm I'd managed to clock up about 14 miles and decided that a
nicely mown section of grassy bank looked just too inviting to pass
by; I would take a good half hours rest. As I lay there with my eyes
closed basking in the warm sun I heard "is that Malcolm?" in a german
voice I recognised. It was Andy (Andreas) whom I'd met at Melrose YHA
passing by on his cycling tour headed for Lanark. We chatted for a
while before he set off again. I was headed for Biggar, just 3 miles
down the road and made my way there. I rescued a lamb that had it's
dshead stuck through the square wire holes in the fence as it tried to
reach the long juicy grass. Both it's horns where through and
preventing it from getting it's head otut