After a night of listening to the rain on my bivy I wake up to sunshine over the campsite.
I first cut up across the edge the Mendip Hills and I head towards Stockhill woods.
It's a good day of walking through lush green fields and shady woodland. Sections of wood are scented with the smell of thousands of wild garlic plants.
I head towards the impressive tower of the parish church at Chewton Mendip and the down some country lanes (through a sudden hail storm) to Midsomer Norton for the night.