With, or despite, a combined wisdom in excess of three centuries, the five of us set off walking from Newtown St Boswells and soon reached the River Tweed, where the blue sky and bright sunshine brought out the stunning autumn colours of the tree-lined banks, with us until lunch (taken on a weir at the Mertoun Bridge); from there it was up a section of Dere Street past Lilliard's stone (commemorating a Scots heroine who fought and fell bravely hereabouts) and on to the Harestanes visitor centre, completing the ten mile leg, crucially just minutes before the tea shop there closed for the day.
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