Most of today was spent walking in the Ingram Valley in the Cheviots. It was a glorious walk in bright sunshine and solitude. The Cheviots are a wilderness; one of the few areas in England where you can turn a circle and see little evidence of modern life before you. We only heard the wind and bird song - curlews, lapwings, chaffinches, skylarks - until we got to Linhope Spout.
Back at 3 The Alders I opened the elderberry, which gave a pop and fizz, and drank it to roast pork. It was a lovely way to round off a perfect Easter Saturday.