This morning, we put on our wet boots for another day of walking. There are two schools of thought here regarding wet boots: does one wear dry socks and risk getting them wet, ending up with two pairs of wet socks, or does one wear damp socks and keep the dry pair for a better day? I’m of the faction that prefers to save dry socks for later, but looking at my pruny feet, I might have to change my ways. Perhaps dry socks in wet boots is the way to go.
Those pruny feet are, not surprisingly, blistered, and I hobbled the last few kilometres into New Luce today. It’s a lovely village, but the pub is closed for renovations and our kind hosts don’t normally do suppers (without lots of advance notice). Luckily we have some food, including a can of soup donated by our hosts. Supper is covered, then, but breakfast is not. We will have to walk to the next town on empty stomachs. It’s not far–just over five miles.
It was a lovely walk here. We didn’t get lost–we couldn’t, since we followed the same road past sheep and cattle farms all day. And wind farms–several of those. We also figured out how to use the OS map references on our directions to identify where we were. Matthew even has a compass, which is invaluable.
The threatening rain held off until just after we stopped for a midday snack–a full Scottish breakfast leaves little room for lunch–and then it started to pour. This time I was smart and put my camera–which slowly came back to life over the morning–away. Eventually the sun came out. I stopped to take off my boots and socks, wondering aloud if I ought to put on a dry pair. Hardly had the words “dry socks” left my mouth than it began to rain again. It rained on and off for the rest of the day. It’s raining now.
We’re safely under a roof, though, and resting after our walk. Soon we’ll think about supper. Until then, it’s time for a nap.