Sunday March 19th, Day 17

 A very gentle hungover start this morning with a vow not to indulge in 2am whisky shenanigans again. (Well, not too often, anyway 😉) Breakfasted at hotel (meeting new best friends the Wensley Dale Moffitts), case packed and left in store until departure later, then wound my way up the precipitously steep Cockburn Street to the Royal Mile in delightfully warm sunshine, in search of Mountain Warehouse for new walking boots. Mission accomplished, I wore my boots and merino wool socks back through the town to break them in, and called my cab for Moretonhall camp site for the last time.

All power and heating now restored to the site, I did a large clothes wash and dry and re-packed my gear ready for tomorrow's onward travel northwards. I had decided I wouldn't indulge myself in another meal at the Stables bar, which was just as well because it was all fully booked for Mothering Sunday. I had bought a couple of ready meals, one of which (chicken tikka masala) I microwaved and ate in the well equipped kitchen, and have spent the evening reading and relaxing in the van, ready for my early night, like a sensible adult, one of my blog readers having commented on yesterday's account: "2am? How old are you?" So that's me told off! Night night 😴