We left our Stone House in drizzle and spent the day feeling like strippers at a nightclub. Clothes on, clothes off all day.
This was my best outfit.
We walked along a canal which is always easy walking as it is flat
I found the house I want to live in. I would need a gardener and a handyman though.
We finished the reasonably easy day at another small village that did not offer up any free camping spots. The first pub had a cheap room and nice South African landlady. We climbed 3 flights of stairs and then found out there was no internet so went across the road (and the boarder to England) to another pub.
Here, we met a rowdy group on a stag party pub crawl. The best man was from Christchurch, NZ and insisted on photis with us and the handsome groom to be. They thought we were amazing walking this far and wanted to buy us drinks.
I must be getting old and tired as I turned them down in favour of a hot shower and a lay on a bed.
