By popular request from
Crafty Green Poet who's been out and about in the snowy Pentlands, here are some snaps of the Greenpatch wanderings in the same area, during our grand Durham to Iona pilgrimage in 2011. We chose an auspicious day for this section of the journey; we must have been the only living souls not glued to the TV watching the Royal Wedding.
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| Setting out from West Linton. Mr GP checks his blisters |
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| Destination Newbiggin |
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| If we make good time we'll be able to drink a toast to the royal couple during the next coffee break (in Lucozade!) |
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I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley. |
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| Are we nearly there yet? |
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| After an impromptu lesson in sheep droving, Mr GP turns his hand to fence maintenance |
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