Monday 7th April - Buckingham to Wallingford
Yesterday's hills and wind were joined by rain on day two; at least in the end we didn't have the thunder and hail that the early morning forecast had promised!
Doped up to the eye-balls, Scooby remained on point duty in Jane's handlebar bag.
Kindness descended on us mid-morning when, sheltering in a bus-stop, Sandra emerged from her house offering tea and coffee (is Piddington one of England's friendliest villages?). Then treated to Red Kites soaring over the village as we supped.
First night under canvas came at Wallingford on a great campsite at Bridge Villa.
Fell asleep shortly after 7.30pm to the sound of rain drops (and not a drop of Rumpole's Chateau Thames Embankment had passed our lips).