After a tiring day of packing yesterday interupted only by trip see the recovering Esther Smitheram, we were ready to leave at 8:40 this morning. The obligatory list of "don't forget!" Items was carefully checked before departing with a quick prayer for a safe journey from Cadan.
The journey was mercifully uneventful and made a little easier thanks to a hastily thrown together playlist. We stopped a couple of times to stretch the legs and arrived at 12.30 in time for a picnic lunch in the field ahead of setting the tent up. Farmer Richard was sat in the garden with son Ben, peeling potatoes. Prue, farmers wife and Greenbelt founder, arrived home shortly after and was all smiles and hugs.
The last ten or so minutes of the drive was full of raucous shouts and laughter. As we wound our way through the lanes getting ever closer and passing familiar land marks the boys excitement began to fizz over. This carried on for most of the afternoon which was a little testing at times but for the most part we went with it.
It was lovely to be back in the field, sat under the old oak tree cooking chilli on an open fire sipping a mug of Kelly Kettle tea (or Adnams!) After a walk around the field to catch the sun set we settled down to a chapter or two (Famous Five for the youngest two) before bed. We'd made it!
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