The road out of Rothbury was narrow and winding for the first mile or so. I passed the entrance to something hall and walked along the edge of the lake before climbing a long shallow hill out onto the moors.The climb made me sweat quite a bit despite my only having a tee shirt on top. Cars found it hilarious to try to soak me with the puddles, or the drivers, but I managed to survive until I reached the top where I got wonderful views over the long straight open roads towards Alnwick. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to walk to Alnwick today anyway so when I spied a man in the road ahead who had stopped to chat with me I felt an intuitive voice telling me to stop soon.
John had been passing, noticed my bag decorated with my fund raising cover and stopped as he was curious as to what and where I was headed. He took a few of the photos here displayed (thank you John) and we chatted for a while as he accompanied me along the road almost to a cross roads. John had been out looking to photograph the wildlife and if the sun was setting pretty soon, shots of that too. He was able to tell me a lot about Rimside moor and the goings on of past centuries. Apparently the road ahead was intersected by the new and a few metres nearer the very old England to Scotland highroad. It had once been a toll road and on the hill to my right he pointed out a few things. A bordello that had been for the passing gentry and a toll bridge that had collected tolls for the upkeep of the single lane highway. It would seem that it dated back to the time of the highway men, and even Dick Turpin the infamous highwayman had stopped here a few times according to legend. John left me to go and catch a few shots of the setting sun and I made a detour to go and see this old road and see what I could feel of the energy around the place.
I set up my tent on the top of the hill, in amongst the trees and I had a wonderful view towards the coast and Alnwick as my evening landscape. I had a feeling that the sheep would be very inquisitive about my presence so I set up a perimeter fence so that the tent wouldn't get trodden on during the night, and so that if any werewolves came calling they would get a nasty fright. The moon was sitting on the opposite horizon and it was totally full, so all good sense told me to prepare for the worst. I had a brief walk along the road towards Framlington and saw what there was to see of the old bridges, then returned and ate my provisions, before settling in for the night.
Beneath a full moon I slept lightly and day 42 came to an end.