Foxes were barking through the night and tawny owls calling one much lower in tone than the other. So atmospheric. I thought the new arrangement was working well but I woke shivering at 4:30. The sleeping bag was damp where I’d wrapped up with the reflective blanket. I managed to doze but started getting up rather dazedly at 6:20. I suppose predictably there was ice on the inside of the tent again. Green and spotted woodpeckers along with squirrels churring gave a different slant to the dawn chorus this morning. As I took the tent down I realised there were wood anemones all around me, and was pleased to leave before 8. The path took me down the lovely wood full of ramsons (wild garlic) with some toxic lords and ladies mixed in, white wild anemones and the start of bluebells. As I came off the Mendips I seemed to come down off limestone onto red sandstone. Looking back over to the Mendips and where I camped, I realised I was now following the Monarchs and the Samaritan’s Way. Prog...