Leaving Tarfside is always a wrench ~ the volunteer ladies at St Drostan's look aftr us all so wonderfully and the impromptu pub at the Masons was as good as it ever has been, with Croydon, Gerry & JJ leading the singing and some good turns by others (notably Jim)
First stop, The Retreat, for the all important second breakfast, and then a delightful amble down the North Esk with Phil & Shirl following the "Blue Door" walk. I cannot even begin to tell you what a delightful stroll this is, but even though it was raining, quite heavily at time, we remained dry beneath the beautiful trees, on a path cut by French prisoners of war from Napoleonic times.
Edzell coped with the Challenge Caravan with it's usual efficiency and the Tuck Inn did a roaring trade.
It was quite late as we plodded down the Airfield Road to North Water Bridge to camp, yet Phil still managed to gather up the smelly smalls and get it all washed and dried. A bit of a star!
Today it was just the last few miles to the coast and we had picked Nether Warburton as it was in the bay of St Cyrus ~ a National Nature Reserve. So, just the two of us walked down the beach to the sea, shook hands and headed off to the fleshpots of Montrose, where we will party tonight.
This has been Phil's eighth "official" Challenge, and I am delighted to report that (even after his Immodium moments on the first day) he coped magnificently and is indeed in rude health once more.
So ~ Thank you Phil: For organising this year, and for still being around for us all and being such a great friend.
I shall now go down to the bar and abuse him roundly all night for dragging me over miles & miles of mountains & bogs. It's what mates do.