Thursday 22nd September 2016

Over Exmoor proper, then leaving the national park, found myself in the middle of a fox hunt, so had to dodge hounds, posh blokes on horses, and quad bikers, then afterwards navigate through what seemed like a 4×4 festival, as the hunters drove home from Chalkcombe.

Whether they were hunting real foxes or it was a legal hunt following a scent, I don’t know.

Snacks from Bratton Fleming shop for dinner, then camped in wood a little after. The woods were on a steep hill, so I slept on one of the more level forestry roads.

Distance: 20.9 miles [view on map]