Eureka!

We made it! The last day was in glorious sunshine and we walked with renewed enthusiasm.  After the bus dropped us at Brugh on Sands we visited the beautiful old church of St Michael - last resting place of Edward 1 before he was buried in Westminster Cathedral.  He was the Hammer of the Scots and when a statue was erected grump Scotsmen put it into place with a rope around Edward's neck!   The churchyard was a lovely last resting place with venerable headstones detailing the often poignant stories of families.  

Tric and Trish enjoying the sunshine amongst the gravestones.

After visiting the church we walked on for a mile or so and had tea with Di's friend Graeme and his son John in his garden - again.  Wonderful tea and treacle cake.

Graeme walked on with us and we found a delightful pub at Glasson and Graeme insisted on shouting us all a drink.  We loved the ginger beer and were sorry to say farewell to Graeme who then walked back the 4 miles to his house.

Refreshed we began the last stretch.

The final hundred metres to the final gate and we lined up our pebbles below the poem of the Solway.

It was a very special moment as went went through the final gate - hugs and high fives all around and maybe a tear or two also because of the amazing experience we have shared and the special meaning the walk held for so many of us. We then threw the pebbles into the Irish Sea.  A fellow walker took this last photo and said we were a dangerous and crazy bunch.  So after ten nights, eight days of walking and one rest day we finished our walk at Bowness on Solway with champagne (French of course) and a great pub dinner.

I sing my song of the Solway tides like a high flying bird my heart soars high.

Signing off now from Hadrian's Wall and off on new adventures. We'll try and put some more on as we travel.    Go Aussie women and go the Emily Hurt team!