Our stay near to Folkstone with Phil (who we bumped into whilst running yesterday) did me the world of good. It has been pretty cold at night in the tent in the last few days and sleeping in a proper bed was a treat! We will appreciate every home comfort after 50 days spent mostly sleeping under canvas… The cooler British temperatures meant that we could sleep-in until 8am (the 5 am starts we had in Italy in mid-July seem like an age ago!) and Phil made us a great breakfast. Instead of cereal in the car by the roadside we tucked into sliced English bread, bacon and cups of tea. Despite a sore first mile descending a hill next to the entrance to the Channel Tunnel, I felt surprisingly sprightly today. Just days ago I felt as though I could not put weight down on my right knee at all and today I could actually push the pace a little. We ran across the Kent countryside through Ashford to a few miles south-east of Maidstone in 4 hours and 25 minutes including our snack and loo stops. Hannah insisted on a little retail therapy in Ashford (!) and we have pitched our (still wet…) tent in a terrific site in a village by the name of Wrotham-Heath. The woolly hats are out in anticipation of a cool night under the stars! The penultimate marathon is tomorrow; only 50-odd miles to go; I can’t believe the end of our journey and Trafalgar Square is, metaphorically at least, within sight!