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I didn't move until midday on Friday. Boy, I was knackered. Finally dragged myself out of bed and packed for the weekend. I waited ages for the bus, and the board said there was still 9 minutes until the next one. I decided to walk to the next stop to warm up (it's about 2 minutes away) and - typically - a bus went sailing past.

It was like a film. My weekend bag was too heavy, so I couldn't run very well; my hair was in my face so I couldn't see very well either. A group of builders shouted RUN at me, and a lady on the other side of the road shouted GOOD LUCK.

I made it. Such a sense of achievement.


From there it was fairly undramatic. Met Graham at the station, got the train to Swindon where we were picked up by Adrian, Kathryn and Sarah, and then headed off to Somerset. After a brief stop in Minehead, we made it to Porlock and met the Taunton contingent at the house.

We explored the house (it was massive so took a while, we all got lost a few times), then ate loads of pizzas, then watched Children In Need with an open fire and spiced cordial.