Not one of the great travel epics of all history, but I had a pleasant time mooching around the Oxfam shop, meeting up with family and visiting the bridge over the stream out of Doxey. It’s being repaired, so the road is closed to motor traffic and blissfully quiet (except for the roar of the nearby motorway). We met a few fellow pedestrians and a couple of families out cycling, trying quite hard not to look smug as they sailed over the bridge while the 4x4s did their grumpy three point turns.

Note to the confused: These first two entries were both uploaded the next day, so Day One was actually Friday and Day Two was Saturday. I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to upload later ones, so will try to explain as I go along. Now I’m confused as well.