Hiking Without Supervision

The last few days on the canals have been great for getting in some miles, not necessarily easy ones, with great photo ops here and there. Today was probably the most lively with boats coming and going, so I got a chance to really see how the locks work.

All along the way, I mostly see Murray’s arse disappearing along the trail – that could cause a person to go blind you know! But, after 233 miles so far, our feet are a bit tired and our bodies are a bit strained. Murray has developed a blister on his heel thats giving him a bit of bother, and my right foot is saying, hey wait a minute. So I think it’s time for a wee break.

We got our miles in, had a meal, then I packed my bag to head to Manchester for an overnight train to Dundee. Murray decided to stay the night where he was, and would head back to London the next day.

I rushed off to get the bus to go south, so I could go north… yeah, a bit funky. When I was waiting for the bus, I realized there was a train that would pretty much go the same direction but quicker. So I rushed up to the train station, got on the wrong track, had to rush over to the other side and jumped on the train. Not an easy feat for this old broad with a backpack flapping away!

When I got to Stafford (yes, I had to go that far south), my train was running late and I saw one pulling in that said Glasgow! Yes, going in the right direction, toward God’s country. Jumped on that without really thinking about timing on a connection to Dundee. As it turns out I had to stay in Glasgow (at the Yotel – GREAT hotel by the way) as I had missed the last train to Dundee. But let me tell you, I slept like a baby until 9:00am without taking a pill. No snoring!!