A spring in my step as I leave Barnstaple. I pick up the Tarka Trail at the village of Landkey. I soon encounter a couple of ponies running unattended around the lanes. Having flagged down a farmer I'm told that they often escape but the owner doesn't seem to do anything!
The trail takes me into the lush green of Little Silver Wood with banks of Harts Tougue Fern, common Male Fern and Wild Garlic.
I leave the woods out into open country connected by old track ways.
I walk watching the shadow of the clouds pass over the gentle hills around me.
Crossing a last bit of woodland I follow a winding, forested, new tarmacked, B-road (I imagine great for driving) to my campsite for the night.
I'm immediately welcomed and bought drinks and given money for my chosen charities. An evening of laughs and larger with some new mates (Pete, Mark and Dave).