Juneathon Day 25: Of rain and sheep

Last night the rain came. Nothing torrential, just enough to keep you awake for a bit before wrapping yourself a little more snugly in your sleeping bag and drifting off again. Rain always sounds louder in a tent. Sheep also sound louder in a tent. We are surrounded by sheep, some are woolly, some have been sheared, all look slightly bemused at the sight of people in running kit. Having said that, so do most people on the campsite.

This morning was a 2 mile loop round the farm.