The bus ride to Bowness-on-Solway is interesting, but not exciting. We do have to wait for cows and sheep to cross our one-lane road and pull over for cars coming the other way.
I'm sure my friends are going to be happy to learn they didn't miss much by ending the walk in Carlisle.
Since I must wait for an hour for the bus to start its return journey, I go to the nearest pub for a bite to eat. Since its past 2pm, they have a little trouble coming up with a sandwich, but finally it's served. Chips cost extra.
While I am enjoying my lunch, an older couple who are sitting in the same area and haven't said a word to one another for the first 30 minutes I am there suddenly launch into a spirited conversation that soon turns into an argument. As far as I can tell, it's over whether some distant relative is alive or dead. They never settle the issue, but at some point, just stop arguing, finish their half-pints, say good day to everyone, and leave the building.
When the proprietress discovers I'm part of a group walking the Wall, she gives me an official stamped certificate of completion. I plan to present it to Tommy Terrific tonight at dinner for all the effort he put into this adventure.
I'm glad I took the ride, but I might have done something more interesting if I had known how non-eventful it would be.