Our WorkAway hosts suggested we take a day to visit the Cheviot Hills, a range of rolling hills standing as the border between England and Scotland. The area has a general right to roam under the English 'Countryside and Right of Way Act of 2000' and the Scottish 'Land Reform (Scotland) Act of 2004.'

Our hosts graciously let us borrow their car and we decided to make a day of it. Collin's manual driving skills amaze me each time we get in the car - especially since we are driving on the other side of the road (with roundabouts!).

Luckily for us the sun was shinning and it was the absolute perfect temperature for a day spent outdoors. We drove towards Holy Isle which is a small island that is only 1 mile long and .5 mile wide. Currently the island is owned by the Samye Ling Buddhist Community.

The interesting thing about this island is that it is only accessible when the tide is out.

They provide a tide time table at the beginning of the road so that you can safely cross and return while the tide is out. We made it right after the tide returned but we were more thrilled than disappointed.

Seeing a road covered in water has an poignancy about it. The path isn't always easy but always worth it.

We made our way back through tiny roads towards Northumberland National Park. Annoyingly signs were sparse and we had no idea where we were supposed to park. We decided to leave the car near the entrance gate to the park which also felt like we were parking in someone's driveway.

After walking down a very steep slope we saw other cars driving past and figured we best move the car.

So back up the very steep hill we went.

After finding the correct spot to park, simply by following other cars, we were greeted by a herd of sheep meandering around the parked cars.

The views from the bottom of the hills were amazing in and of themselves.

Not actually knowing (again - no signs) which hill was actually 'The Cheviot' we picked one and started up.

No matter how much I feel like I'm in shape, going up a hill is always a chore. I only stopped a few times though.

The further we went the more we were able to see around us. I felt like I was on the set of Outlander.

We saw above us a rock formation at the summit and made our way up, talking to some sheep along the way. A baby sheep had been displaced from its mother and was not keen on us being near. We stopped to let the babe run past and catch up with its bleating mother who was happy to have the babe back, near mom.