I locate Fellscroft B&B and, after ringing the bell a few times, am greeted by the mistress of the house, who is right out of central casting as the motherly bed-and-breakfast owner. After telling me her name is Tovi, she goes to great lengths to make me feel comfortable. Her husband has gone to pick up my companions, so I shouldn’t have long to wait. I tell her my sad story of painful tendons, and she insists that I must promise to take care of myself the rest of the week. Her genuine concern touches me. She and I gossip about the Hadrian’s Wall tour companies, and she refuses to say anything bad about any of them, though it’s obvious she values one company in particular--not the one we chose, by the way.
My companions loved staying there and said they served one of the best breakfasts on the whole trip.