OK, so there was a break in the middle, that coincided with us (read me) searching tirelessly (read fruitlessly) for the 'perfect place to eat lunch', but otherwise it was a rather damp day. Ho hum.
Highlights: Boys played footy, we saw the last (?) working forge in England at Branscombe, and we were mildly entertained when we heard our eldest swear for the first time (I suspect it is only the first time WE heard it) when he cycled into a clump of nettles.
Then we continued our journey toward the tip of the country... Tonight we camp amongst the trees at the rather lovely, if a tad over regulated (quote 'no cycling on the grass'), campsite of Ruthern Valley - being subject to a heavy downpour. Whilst our 'Shady Boy' awning was bought for shelter from the California sun, it is working pretty well as a big umbrella now...
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