I have cycled for 6 days to meet up with Yasmin in Berwick for a couple of rest days before continuing north to Stornoway.

The weather has been both wet and windy and only recently a little more settled. It is expected to change again as I ride on getting both colder and wetter. The landscape of the south has slipped away from spring bulbs and tree blossoms to winter with bare trees and grey woodlands. The flatlands and waterways of the Fens have shifted from the straight and horizontal to the more steeply rolling hills and curves of moorland and fell. Dairy cows are replaced with beef heifers. Sheep fill fields.

Berwick is a dramatic place to arrive with its bridges over the Tweed, the Elizabethan fortifications, steep narrow streets and views to the North Sea and Lindisfarne. To rest awhile, eat and drink and catch-up with Yasmin is wonderful. The solitary riding lets my mind drift to other self supporting journeys which are good now to share with her. I ask:

“Do you remember the Jedburgh couple and their weird B&B we stayed in on the way to Edinburgh? I kept seeing sign posts for it chasing me as I ride along!”

And:

“Do you remember the lady we rescued from her car in the dyke in the Fens? I’m sure I rode part of that road north of Boston”

Looking ahead I will retrace other paths and places we have stayed, in particular circling north around the Cairngorms towards Inverness. Pitlochry, Blair Athol and Aviemore. It will be very different with the cargo bike riding parallel to the A9 for as much as possible.

I feel very lucky still to be able to do this – ride a bike steadily for a day – and to enjoy the diversity of accent and culture that still is Britain.