Day 4

Cooked breakfast to set us up for the day and a couple of residents gave Richard a tenner towards the fundraising!

We then separated, me in comfort and Richard not! Thankfully skies were blue and we arranged to meet up in Wellington. More hills, so at least I was able to load the paniers into the car to help slightly. Roxy and I went to Kilvington Hall National Trust stately home, where we got tutted at for being in the wrong part of the gardens; beautiful grounds though.

Wellington was quite a sweet little town; we had a picnic lunch on the sports ground; the dog filched half the BLTs.

Next meet up was at Glastonbury; we got there an hour and a half before Richard so I mooched around the witchy shops, and then hauled the dog (or did she haul me?) up the Tor to hug a tree or two. When R arrived, we indulged in a cream tea at the Somerset Museum, where we resisted the draw of the cheese making history, and a very strange little man who looked like a pixie was demonstrating braiding to kids wearing birkenstocks (the kids, not the man who was wearing a weird pointed woolly hat and wooly sleeves not attached to a matching jumper)! Maybe we should have bought some magic legs spells!

The Devon hills ended, being replaced by a nice flat run towards Glasto, which made him feel he was flying along.

Richard came across two more "end to enders" who had spotted him in Padstow and remembered him (sound like stalkers to me...); they have compared notes and have similar routes planned so he may well see them along the way. Or they are really stalkers...

It was strange saying goodbye for 2 weeks then as R headed off to Cheddar where he is staying with Ade's sister Sue and her family. Should have checked out the cheese history.