You would have thought that walking ten miles would be the tough part of the day, but no, the difficult bit was when we reached Carlisle and lost one another. For two hours.
At breakfast in the B&B, a woman who had nearly finished her walk highly recommended Hadrian's Haul as a way to get our bags from A to B. Nigel was keen to keep on heaving his massive rucksack but my weak back meant that even a modest daysack was weighing heavy.
Finally Nigel conceded, so when we reached Carlisle, I scampered off to buy such luxuries as shampoo, conditioner and body lotion, which we had been unable to carry previously. I told Nigel which shops I was headed for and he went to get a new phone cable.
As I darted between M&S and Boots, I thought to share my location with him via WhatsApp. And that's when my phone ran out of juice.
To complicate matters, Nigel didn't figure it out. He appears to have thought that I was dazzled by the bright lights of Carlisle and had gone on some wild girlie spending spree.
Anyway, we kept missing each other. Nigel reckons that CCTV footage of the town centre would show a farcical series of comings and goings as our paths criss-crossed one another.
Only when I borrowed a stranger's phone and rang him did the drama turn back into a comedy.
I was so exhausted that I did not have enough strength to use my new toiletries.
But I did manage to gloat over them.
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