We slept rather fleetingly in our tent last night as the rain lashed down for hours. Thankfully no water came inside and it was dry when we put the tent down and packed up the car in the morning. I struggled for the first 4 miles; the knees felt exceptionally sore! After that I settled into a good rhythm and it was great to see the signposts for Calais showing us that the ferry port was within reach. We could smell the seaweed and hear the seagulls and we were elated to finally see the sea! Despite some heavy downpours we covered the 16.2 miles from our camp site to the port in good time and even squeezed onto an earlier ferry. The chap on the passport desk asked me, "Is there any reason why you are out of your vehicle?" and was taken aback when I said that it was because I had run to Calais from Rome. He shook my hand and wished me well for the journey to London. In the queue for the ferry a British family saw me in my running kit standing next to the car and shouted, "Are you still collecting?" before donating a tenner on the spot. The support and goodwill we have received has been simply unbelievable. On the ferry we picked up a map to guide us to London and gave in to the temptation to eat fish and chips! Upon arrival on home turf we headed up into the hills north of Dover and ran toward Folkstone. The remaining 10 miles passed without too much discomfort and I bumped into a fellow runner, Phil Tapply, who was carrying a huge rucksack and doing a 25-mile training run for a forthcoming endurance event in the Dartmoor National Park. Upon hearing about our escapades over the summer, Phil invited us to stay over for the night and we have been thoroughly spoilt this evening. I have had a soak in the bath (blissful for the legs!), a Chinese take-away and a gin and tonic! I hope I can still get up and cover the 26.2 miles tomorrow... Once again we are touched by the kindness and support shown to us and the journey continues to through up some terrific surprises.