It was just a short drive from our digs in Penrith to the start point. Yet again I made use of a farmer's field. There's nothing quite like the great outdoors! The rain had started and continued for the first 10 miles.
An old man in Greystoke stopped and asked me if I wanted a lift. I politely declined but was tempted to ask him if he was going anywhere near Penrith.
It was a great feeling crossing the M6 motorway into Penrith and I felt as if a major milestone had been achieved. I couldn't help but look back several times to see how far I had run. In the distance I could still see Blencathra, and Clough Head near Keswick. But they seemed like many miles away.
