Yesterday we planned to have a walk up to the pub where we will be meeting JogBlog, Hels and Shaun (I like to count) but the skies turned dark and ominous, so we decided to have another brew first. The wind had picked up and we ambled over to give a hand to a family who were facing the same gusty issues as we had the previous day.

The upshot of this was that we found ourselves invited round for drinks, which is a new camping experience for us. Normally families give couples a wide berth, except maybe to apologise for excessive noise or a ball/frisbee/child crashing into the tent. I am now well versed in the intricacies of Crazy Bones, which as far as I can tell are small plastic figures that are ultimately pointless but utterly covetable by small boys. I’m assured that you can play games with them, but this appears to involve throwing them in the air and leaving them to get lodged in the Hoover.

Anyway, all of this meant that we didn’t manage our pub explorations so Ginge suggested we run there and back this morning. So we did. It made a nice change to have some company as, while the scenery is splendid round here, it is a bit repetitive and I remain tuneless. It turned out to be hot and sunny 6 miler accompanied by a nagging sensation that we had both inhaled small insects. I can now also prove to Shaz’s mum that these are proper country lanes (with grass).

Home to the tent for a very grown up hydration solution (orange Jubbly lolly), much needed showers and Kent strawberries and cherries with our muesli.