Had a lovely three days at home. Now back on the road. Started with a LNER rail journey to London and then a GWR rail journey to Plymouth.

As I arrived at about 5.30pm I had a few hours to get up on to Dartmoor where I could wild camp legally.

I chose to head to Sheepstor above Burrator reservoir. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one with the same idea.

It was a hike-a-bike through a dingly dell glade to get to the rock outcrops I’d set as my target.

There were already two tents on the moor. I said hello to a mountain biking father and his young son, but didn’t climb to introduce myself to another couple of cyclists higher up.

The father — with a South African accent — later came across and asked if I had a plaster for his son. I did.

None of us could see the reservoir because of rolling mist. It had been raining but I didn’t erect the tarp, choosing to risk a shower. As it was the night was dry.

I woke to two big fat slugs in my bivvy bag. Clearly, I hadn’t shut the bug net tightly enough.

There was now a view down to the water as I packed up.