We were sent on our way from Eyemouth by a beautiful bevy of swans. Our first stop was Gunsgreen House which Shirley has claimed as her own – built in 1753 for a local merchant involved in the smuggling trade at the time. Then we were up and out along the edges of Eyemouth Golf Club. There are so many golf courses claiming the best of the land dotted along these coastal walks – I now understand why people (J!) spend so much time on the golf course.
Burnmouth was the first village we came to and the last village in Scotland before crossing into England. Tucked away out of sight, it’s accessed down a steep slope to the beach. A beautiful little harbour with a small but powerful sculpture of women and children waiting for the fishermen who never came home during the great storm in 1881.
The path out of the town sits between two houses (as pointed out by a lovely local with his head out of his window). Felt like we were climbing through the back gardens but we made it up and came out right alongside the main East Coast railway line. After a final push along the cliff tops and a stop for lunch with a view, we descended down into Berwick upon Tweed and a walk along Berwick Walls, built to defend the town against Scottish invasion. Not this time.
The last 2 photos are of one car in the car park in Berwick and the key for that car inside the other car in Eyemouth. But that’s another story….
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