The longest walk that I remember most was when I decided to hike my first long-distance footpath. I started from Kirk Yetholme and decided to walk to Byrness as a total novice. It was a blistering hot day and I suffered so badly, both feet blistered, one of my big toes bled and I ran out of water. By the time I reached the hostel, my throat was red raw, it was hard to swallow and I felt wrong from head to toe. It was also my most stupid day as well! The second time T hiked the same route a couple of years later and it was just as bad, but this time I experienced strong winds, directly into my face and horizontal rain most of the way as well. By the time I arrived at Byreness I was exhausted, totally soaked to the skin, cold, shivering, weak and depressed. I paid my money over and just went to bed!