"After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb." ~ Nelson Mandela

After things quieted down last night at 1:30 AM (Saturday night, our room was over the pub and the smoking area was below our window), we finally got a little sleep, awaking bleary eyed to give our 4th day a go. A pilgrim's life is not always easy, friar Andrew says. We started out going up and it seemed like this hill went on forever but we reached the halfway mark of our journey at a point aptly marked Wideopen Hill. But the 360⁰ views - so very beautiful. It was a short day, arriving at our destination around noon. We found the only shop open in town and had a small lunch and purchased a couple of ham & cheese buns for tomorrow as there are no villages enroute tomorrow. Once again, the rain held off until we were inside.

 Heading out of Morebattle, pointing to the hills we are about to climb.

 He owns the cattle on a thousand hills.

 Still going up.

The sign says Wideopen Hill 1207 ft/368 m This is the highest point of the Way and also the halfway point between Melrose and Lindisfarne. I'll add that I think it was the windiest too!

 Up and over - another type of stile. You need good hip flexibility for these.

These stone fences go on for miles.

 This little guy just needed his picture taken.

 This mama had quite a stern look on her face as if to say, don't come near my babies.

 Sorry about the overload of sheep pictures.

 Clematis montana in full splendour!

 Arriving at our 4 star B and B in Kirk Yetholm. Shorter walk today but will rest up for our 21 km day trek through the Cheviots tomorrow.

The local church which was open and we went in to shed our boots and rest for awhile as we couldn't get into the Old Mill Inn until later.

The Lord's prayer carved in wood - this must have taken weeks or months.

Finishing our day with Sunday roast topped with a giant yorkie. Wasn't sure what a yorkie was and the nearest thing I can compare it to is the dough boys my mother used to make to top her stew but thinner. By the way, it was delicious - really enjoying vegetables right now after too many chips.

As we journey into England tomorrow, I'll leave you with a short Scottish myth. 

Kelpies can take the shape of beautiful horses that appear near rivers and lakes. They are said to be identifiable by their wet manes and are usually gray or white. It is said they are so beautiful that people cannot help but touch them and even climb onto their backs. At which point the Kelpies go back to the water, taking their riders down to a watery death. 

This photo shows the 30 metre high sculptures depicting these horses located in Falkirk, Scotland.