It had rained during the night but it was reasonably dry in the morning but crawling out from the warmth of my sleeping bag I immediately felt the chill. After I had packed everything away I left my back pack by the community centre and headed to the village shop to get a few extra supplies, such as gas and wet wipes. By the time I'd got back to my pack the irene had opened the cafe in the community centre. Today, I thought, is a rest day and time to catch up with my blogs, which by now I was about 10 days behind. I'd been finding it difficult to keep them up to date often finding my fingers so cold I couldn't tap away at the screen of my smart phone. I went in and ordered beans on toast and a coffee. As I was tucking in to my breakfast the visiting nurse walked passed. Just off the cuff I asked where the nearest medical centre was. 28 miles she replied. After a short chat she suggested that if I were around the following day that maybe I should get an appointment to see the doctor who would be holding surgery at the community centre. It seemed like a reasonable idea so I gave her my details and settled in for the day busy tapping away at the phone gradually catching up.
That night I once again pitched up the tent behind the centre and settled in hoping that the doctor would give me the all clear about my hip and foot problems.
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