After my problems with fallen trees the day before I was keen to get out of the forest and make my way to the coast at Berwick.
Even following what looked like a straightforward track still involved a mixture of climbing and limboing fallen trees with a bit of neck high bracken thrown in.
I was relieved to finally reach the road and then it was a 12 mile road walk to Berwick.
This included an exciting four miles along the A1. I am now immune to fear when a car transporter thunders by four feet away.
Berwick on Tweed was a revelation when I got there with a picturesque harbour full of swans and an old footbridge leading into the main walled town.
I was relieved to get a meal down me and a bath and a bed. Tomorrow I start the coast again.