For us, the walking was becoming easier, and we had plenty of time in the breakfast room at the George Hotel to enjoy the splendour of the North Tyne.
We also enjoyed the strange view of people hobbling awkwardly along the long terrace.
In fact, some of them looked as if EVERYTHING hurt.
'It's like being at The Ministry of Funny Walks' I whispered to Nigel.
It turned out these were people who had chosen to walk East to West (the opposite direction to us) and that the George was where you got to after two days of very intensive walking.
As for us, now practiced trekkers, we had been fit enough to take to the path again last night for a mile round trip to locate the impressive Roman bridge abutment, and the rude good luck symbol that the builders had carved on it in ancient times!
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