After sleeping on the coach, I was ready for the day. Left at 7.30am, to find no phone. Stopped before the farm gate unpacked the ruck sack. It was in the inner tent. This was the second time I had done this. The first was on 3rd January.
Got to Salcombe and phoned Anne from the ferry café. Beautiful and warm, great beacon butty, I was enjoying my self again.
I had every intention to wild camp, but at Hope Cove while enjoying a home made bakewell slice, the camp site only one mile away, brought a paper, got to the campsite and filled the day reading the paper, charging every thing and relaxing. 10 miles, total 673, GR SX 688393.