Breakfast at 2 The Crofts. Kids were thrilled with the toast rack.
Our full English.
Greta after she lost her full English. In the taxi.
Good thing my mom is quick with a raincoat. If it hadn't been for the velcro on the raincoat sleeve it would have been an easy cleanup. But the taxi was completely spared. And the driver unfazed.
Washing the raincoat with water from our bottles gave Clem time to feed the cute little horse.
I have never seen horses come out of the woodwork like this!
This is Aydon castle. Not so much a castle as a manor house. With catapults!
After looking around and consulting mom called a taxi. She and Greta went on to the next hotel (where they got a very warm reception, even though they were checking in hours too early and Greta lost the last piece of toast from her full English at the front desk). Fortunately mom was prepared with a plastic bag.
Dad, Ev, Clem and I went on to Halton Castle, below.
And its graveyard with baffling topiary pig.
After some time we finally found a Hadrian's Wall sign. It would be several miles before we saw any wall, though.
A stone stile. We crossed 21 stiles on this first day.
Going the right way, it seems.
At St. Oswalds Tea Room where we stopped for the opposite of tea, Clem sat in the mud with cats and chickens.
And what is that in the distance! We ran to see.
The first bit of the wall.
Commemorating the XXth stile.
It was a fantastic day, but after walking from noon till six thirty we were happy to find our accommodations at the end of the village of Wall.
And even happier to see this.
And big surprise--after watching British reality TV all day Greta was ready for dinner!
It was Greta's idea to make this postcard which we are sending to all of you who are reading this blog. We saw these sheep, who'd been sitting in the mud just like Clem, near the end of our walk.