It was turning into a warm and pleasant late afternoon in the Scottish Borders.  We assessed that we had sufficient time and energy in reserve to make a third summit before returning to Kirk Yetholm for a shower, change and a meal.  The next choice was straightforward, since the hill that lies right next to Kirk Yetholm itself, had so far not received a visit from James.  So, the McGinty Mobile was turned back towards that Pennine Way terminus village, and then around the network of narrow winding lanes around the flanks of the hill.

James found that he could get his motor part way up one of the farm tracks, and found a suitable parking spot opposite a large tractor garage.  From here, we continued up the farm track on foot, and it seemed steeper and further than what the map indicated.  Nonetheless, we were soon up at the trig point, and enjoying the lovely views, and the lovely weather.  As were many cows and sheep that were also present at the trig point!  This area was also under the shadow of the large communications mast on Linton Hill, which threatened to overload our radios, so we adjourned to a nearby swelling in the ground that was free of RF and cattle, and set up there instead.

Many thanks to the following stations, all worked on 2m FM, the first with 2.5 watts, and the remainder with 0.5 watts as my battery threatened to expire!

And so the radio aspect of our Pennine Way adventure was finally over too.  We thanked James for giving us this opportunity to activate some Scottish summits, and returned to Kirk Yetholm for some food.  During the second contact, with Derrick GM4CXP, we had been chatting, and ended up inviting him over to the Border Hotel for a drink.  Sure enough, later on at the pub, Derrick arrived and had a couple of jars with us and a good chat.  The food was good again, this time it was the excellent homemade Cock-a-Leekie soup, followed by beef bourginon.  This was enjoyable washed down by copious quantities of the Border Ale.

Tuesday 15th August 2006 finally dawned, and James had very kindly offered to drop us back at home in Macclesfield on his way home to Harwich, Essex.  All for the price of a coffee and a sandwich at the services.  Aren't friends brilliant?  The coming days brought interviews with the local radio station, two local newspapers, a surprise homecoming party and the gift of some specially engraved tankards, recording our achievement.  Just before awakening each morning, for the next two weeks, I was happily dreaming about the day's walking to come, and then feeling horribly disorientated upon realising I was in my own bed, at home, and not going for a walk.  I had not realised how much my body had got used to the routine.  The next four months would be spent chasing and collecting in all the sponsor money, kindly pledged by our friends, family, locals in the Macclesfield pubs and at football matches, and by radio amateurs across the UK.

At a presentation in December, we were pleased to hand over the sum of £1412.36 to Friends for Leisure, with our local M.P. Sir Nicholas Winterton stepping in as master of ceremonies.  And with that, the Pennine Way experience was finally ended.  Well not quite.  It still forms the major stimulus to most of our bragging and story-telling in pubs during and after hiking expeditions.  And so it should!