A couple who were camping came to meet me as I struggled over the last few yards and asked if we would like a cup of tea. While the kettle boiled we decided what to do next. It was now 10 o’clock and we still had 15 miles to the hostel albeit on a proper road, but there was no way we would get there before closing time. The good Samaritans offered us a lift in their van but we didn’t think there was room for us all and we felt it wasn’t the way to finish our epic day. Finally it was decided that Allen and Duncan should accept the lift and take our cards and book us in at the hostel. They also took all Sheila’s baggage, my front bag and panniers and Fred’s small panniers.