Once we had that sorted we headed back towards a sets of ruins, sitting high above the highway that we strongly suspected was Fatlips Castle, ancestral home to the Turnbull clan. As we drew closer to the ruins, we realized we were right, it was castle Fatlips! It didn't take long before the road became impassable by vehicle, so we abandoned Clyde and headed off on foot. The hike was. . . Strenuous and more vertical than I thought it would be. After a half hour of huffing and puffing and had finally reached the summit. The ruins were under construction, and covered in scaffolding, but it was quite clear that they were perfectly designed to be a watch post for the region. The view was spectacular, and you could see the countryside for miles. We snapped pics, rested and enjoyed the view before beginning our descent back down to Clyde.
Our hiking had stirred up our appetites so we headed into Hawick to scout out an early dinner, and supplies for that evenings camping. We located the visitors centre, and let me tell you, there's nothing more Liam loves to do than chat up the ladies that work in this field. Give him ten minutes, and next thing you know he's calling the greeter "dear" and has her spilling her life's story! She gave us directions to the Turnbull statue (just behind us, visible out the window), and the nearby grocery store, and convinced Liam to buy the Turnbull mug they sold because it was nicer than the one the sold down the street at the Turnbull shop. Mug in hand, we left to take more pictures, explore and go shopping.
That night at the campsite, we marveled at the riverside location of our spot, and planned out the next day's journey to Jedburgh.
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