Day 9 the road to the highlands...

After discovering the irony of the youth hostels 'dry' room, we donned
our wet clothes and set off out of keswick amist reasonable weather
and spectacular scenery. as we bid farewell to the hills of the lakes
we welcomed the flat roads to carisle. We tried hard to locate tea and
food but we forgot it was the sabbeth and we had to dive into a
costapacket (nice moccachino). Marc once again wore the yellow jersey
and crossed the border into Scotland and the delightful town of
gretnor, where sadley all the chapels shut; so we could not marry as
one. At this point my (chris) 'gammy' leg started its act and I had to
take it easy whist the team carried some of my burden. Marc and tom
hacked to the campsite so we could set Up before it was too late
whilsat me and mark had a leasurely cycle through the bleak and
Beautiful galloway with the now routine showers.
Chris