Hero of Nature

Ellen wields her trusty Spear of Justice as she poses on top of Ruberslaw Hill, much like she's been posing most of the way up, when she isn't sitting on tuffets of grass meditating. For some reason we were Heroes of Nature on the way up, until we stopped and ate the Oatcakes of Sustenance with the Cheese of Doom, cut with the Knife of Truth. It was all very strange. 

On the way down, most of the time was spent with Ewan and Ellen outlining their manifestoes for election to be leader of Heroes of Nature, much of which involved offering me increasing amounts of beer in return for my vote. If only all elections worked this way.

Mid-walk we stopped to watch the Denholm Common Riding go by. It looked like a load of old men and children doing their best not to fall off as their horses negotiated small obstacles.