Epilogue: The Numbers, the Nonsense, and the Thing About Andy
A day out from Arbroath now. The boots are off. The blisters are healing. My ribs still have opinions about sneezing, but they're coming around.
Travel
Sometimes I like to wander to see what I can see. Sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes that comes at considerable discomfort.
Day Ten: Fire, Farce, and the End of the Road
The day began with me nearly burning down a Scottish forest.
Day Nine: Silver Service, Australian Street Cred, and the Bench Problem
Dinner​ at Ballathie House Hotel is silver service. Gloves, proper presentation, the whole thing.
Day Eight: Mint, Cows, and the Leadership Qualities of Andy Tremain
We woke up in the second greatest campsite, which smelled, and I mean this genuinely, ​wonderful.
Day Seven: Illegal Paths, a Jailed Signmaker, and My Ribs
Days six and seven have been the most beautiful of the trip. I want to get that on record before I tell you everything that went wrong today.
Day Six: Tom, Trail Names, and the Campsite with Minimal Poop
Before we get to the walking, I need to tell you about Tom.