Thursday: Beggarbog to Stamfordham

The weather forecast had been threatening storms and rain for this day, and the real thing didn’t disappoint. There was a truly ferocious west wind, courtesy of Storm Hector.

A Very Blusterous Day

My choice to go west-to-east, against the direction in most guidebooks, was looking rather smart as I bowled along only just keeping my balance, while other walkers (mostly serious-looking Germans and Dutch) were fighting their way westward with gritted teeth and firmly battened-down cagoules. Fortunately the rain came in short showers, and with a warm wind that would have given the Dyson Airblade an inferiority complex I was never damp for long.
After a brief but unforgiving upward pull from Beggarbog back to the trail on the sill edge, I reached Sewingshields Crag which is perhaps the most airy and vertiginous part of the trail. Certainly, with a gale blowing it seemed sensible to Mind the Gap.

Atop Sewingshields Crag

Soon the terrain became gentler and I arrived at the remains of Brocolitia fort and its cute little temple to Mithras, with some interesting carved stones. Mithras is very much the soldier’s deity, an all-male cult with macho trimmings such as bull-slaying, so it’s no surprise to find a Mithraeum just outside a fort.

Mithraeum at Brocolitia
The whole Mithraeum

Down into Chollerford, past Chesters fort (another passport stamp) and road maintenance crews clearing up fallen trees, then on to the excellent trucker’s and walker’s café, just beside the bridge, which provided a fine home-made meat pie. It must have been good – a young couple at an adjacent table were feeding one to their year-old baby who was very obviously enjoying it.
Beyond Chollerford the trail is much less spectacular. There are few Roman vestiges other than the ever-present ditch and vallum, and the scenery is much gentler. Along with the fine moorland vistas, there are occasional reminders that history around here isn’t exclusively Roman.

Heavenfields

In truth the easier field walking was extremely welcome, because my blisters were becoming really uncomfortable. I was able to keep up a steady 3mph for the whole of the remaining 11 miles, by far the fastest progress since Monday. The path hugs the B6318 and there are endless reminders of how much more there is to do.

Progress

At 6pm I reached the Robin Hood Inn at East Wallhouses, had a pint, and once again left without remembering to stamp my passport. Then a weary but easy 3-mile slog up a side road to tonight’s stay in Stamfordham and a nightcap in the Swinburne Arms nearby – a true village local so intriguing that I not only took a snap but also recorded some of the fabulous Geordie accents in the bar.

Swinburne Arms, Stamfordham

Heddon-ism

Proper coffee at the proper time

Thanks are in order to the charming Dingle Dell Café in Heddon-on-the-Wall, which provided my first (and last) morning coffee stop of the walk. I hope they raise enough money for their little project. Putting some change in their collection bucket seemed a reasonable thank-offering for a welcome break.

An unexpected donation

I’ve had many very generous donations, all hugely appreciated. This one, though, is a little bit special. I bumped into an American couple who were touring with her father, who lives with Parkinson’s. I gave them a leaflet but certainly didn’t expect this. People continue to surprise and delight.

Donation message on Virgin Money Giving

It’s about Tyne

The Tyne at Ryton

I’ve at last dropped down from Heddon and reached the Tyne riverbank, which I’ll now follow all the way to Wallsend. Just behind the white house on the far (south) bank is the railway line that took me from Newcastle to Hexham nearly a week ago. I still have about 12 miles to trudge, but it’s all fairly easy and flat. The end is in sight.

FACTUM EST

Here’s Jonathan looking clapped-out but smug at the end point, at 7.40pm on Friday – too late to visit the museum, but roughly on schedule.

I’ll post more about the final 24 hours later, but I can’t cross the finish line without mentioning two lovely people I met this evening.

Lynn and Rick from the Tyne and Wear Active Persons’ Group of Parkinson’s UK had somehow got wind of what I was doing, and planned to ambush me (in a nice way!) at the end. I knew nothing of this, and unwittingly spoiled their plan by stopping for a 2-hour rest in my hotel in Newcastle before doing the last 4½ miles to Segedunum. Nevertheless, people wearing Parkinson’s tops can spot one another at 200 paces, so we caught up with each other on the quayside. I don’t think I let on, but I was close to tears at their kindness and encouragement.

With Lynn and Rick
An unexpected souvenir

And so it ends. Feet are really quite sore, but that’s nothing a long hot bath won’t fix. Home tomorrow.

Thanks, everyone, for your overwhelming generosity and encouragement. I hope I haven’t let you down – no short-cuts were taken, but I had to abandon a couple of planned side trips because I was too tired, or arrived somewhere too late. Watch this space for a cleaned-up blog and a proper picture gallery in the next day or two.

Friday: Whittledene to Wallsend

Cheryl, who runs the peerless B&B at 3 North Side in Stamfordham, kindly gave me a lift back to the trail at Whittledene – saving me the 3-mile off-trail road tramp that I’d already done the other way on Thursday evening.
The next few miles to Heddon-on-the-Wall were benign enough, Thursday’s wild weather having passed over, but there was little of interest. That supremely energetic builder of military roads, General Wade, constructed what is now the B6318 in the 1750s and took full advantage of the convenient supply of cut stone that Hadrian had so thoughtfully left for him along most of the route. According to this interpretation panel at Rudchester (Vindobala), conservationists (or, at least, William Stukeley) were even then railing against this state-sponsored vandalism:

Vindobala interpretation panel

After coffee in Heddon-on-the-Wall the path dropped steeply to the Tyne near Wylam, notable for its early riverside Waggonway which the path then follows for many miles.

Wylam

The trail now follows a well-used bridleway known as Hadrian’s Way. Before long there is evidence that tonight’s bed in Newcastle is within reach.

Down to single digits

Tyneside then slowly begins to reveal herself, teasing like a coy but knowing courtesan. Little by little we penetrate her humdrum outer layers…

Edgelands

… and unmistakable but veiled hints of the riverside metropolis to come…

Approaching the city

… before finally revealing a first glimpse of her central delights.

Bridges across the Tyne

Some of the old glory is faded, like this former fish market now serving as shady music venue:

but she saves the best for last as the stunning Sage Centre at last comes into view under the iconic Tyne Bridge.

Tyne Bridge and Sage Centre

At this point I headed a few yards up into town to check in to my final overnight stop and take a breather before doing the very last stretch to Wallsend. I’ve already mentioned how my long rest stop messed-up Lynn and Rick’s delightful plans to welcome me at the end, and how I met them on the quayside just after setting out again. They had also met two charming American ladies, Joan and Marge, who were about to begin their own Wall walk. I met them near St Peter’s Marina and was given my second heartwarming morale boost of the evening.

With Joan and Marge

Only two miles to go now, but each step was uncomfortable (did I mention the blisters?) and it took a while. At last, though, it was all over and I could take the tram back to my hotel with a clear conscience:

Wallsend/Segedunum tram station

and change into clean clothes, and consume not just any old beer but Brewdog Punk IPA, a truly fitting end to an exhausting and memorable week.

At Newcastle Brewdog