Our plan to spend a second day lazing at the beach went belly up from the start. The inconsiderate youngsters that woke us around 5am by chatting away merrily in a nearby pitch, presumably after returning from a very late Saturday night out didn’t matter so much, but the cloudy sky, chilly breeze and Kez’s increasingly dodgy stomach meant we ended up spending the whole day moping around camp. The highlights of the morning were watching daredevil red squirrels leaping around high up in the canopy and spotting one of our large wood ants hauling what Kez was certain to be the legless carapace of the monster spider from yesterday across the needle strewn forest floor. Proof that it had died after disappearing under the devastating broom led counter attack to be neatly butchered and devoured by our friendly ants. This cheered Kez considerably and after she snoozed for a while in the afternoon she started feeling a bit better so we nibbled a late lunch and played Yam while a few rays of sun finally peeked through the cloud. If it’s nice tomorrow we may have our beach day after all, but cloudy and we’ll press on to Spain, it’s not far to go now until a whole new chapter in our unremarkable adventure.