I head up into the Lammermuir Hills.
I'm in moor land swathed in Scottish heather with hardy looking sheep dotted around.
Cross from the Scottish Borders into to East Lothian.
I don't see any other walkers all day and only the occasionally cyclist and car.
As I come up to the top of the moors I can see the Firth of Forth for the first time.
Into the lovely little village of Gifford, with it's distinctive architecture.
A final three miles south to Blinkbonny Wood where I camp in the woods and sit up around a fire drinking homemade Damson Gin (that my Air BnB host gave me in Coldstream).