This morning, I awoke at five am thinking  about going back to sleep for a nine o’clock full english breakfast.yum. But then reality sinks  in. I need to cover at least thirty two ks, more actually,by the time I  add the walk to my accommodation,so I need to get cracking. After a hot shower and organise my kit together, including making my flask of hot tea, I was on the road by six. The road was dry, but the rain was iminent. The first hour and a half, down country lanes. Pleasant walking and rain still threatening. Saw a fox and lots of squirrels. Thankfully, none headed for my legs. Then lots of hill climbing through the meadows. Met a young couple from Bath,walking through the woods, and we had a nice chat. Then I met Nick, a local walking his dogs. We also chatted at length. He said the foxes are out and about searching for rabbits to feed their young. Funny, with the amount of rabbit holes around, I haven’t seen many rabbits. Maybe they’re hiding from the foxes. Most of the rabbits I’ve seen are wearing rain coats including myself. So far, no poncho today. There is plenty of mud about though, so happily walk on country lanes where possible. Passed through many villages today, but different. No one about and more like medieval villages and no shops. As I approach each one, I’m hoping to find a cafe, no such luck. I also pass several groups of up to twenty walkers out on their Sunday outings. Most are old like me, and are kind with their words when I inform them of walking the whole distance. When I reach twenty kilometre, and still no cafe, I stop for a break, and have a banana and cup of tea. Three old blokes pass by, and for the first time I recognise them from three days ago. They are also on the last stage. When I reach thirty ks, I hear music playing, and there is a festival on in a large open paddock on the outskirts of Bath. I walk around, and families are enjoying their day. I talk to one of the stall holders cooking meat on a bbq installed in a VW beetle. He also owns a kombi. We hit it off. Still no rain. I thought I was near the end of my Cotswold, but my new VW pal, tells me I still have at least an hour of up and down walking through the suburbs of Bath before I reach the Abbey in the centre of town. I decide to make that my priority, as time is marching on.I leave the festival and spot a cafe, and am not going any further till I at least have the salmon and brie toastie on thick brown bread and a steaming hot chocolate on offer. I now have a bit more energy and head for the Abbey. The middle of the city was packed with people shopping and utilising all the bars and restaurants. Finally, I stand on a round disc in front of the ancient Abbey that reads zero. Hallelujah, I made it.I celebrate with a couple who also reach the milestone within minutes of me arriving. I now have a twenty minute walk to my accommodation and a steaming hot shower. On the way, I buy a couple of beers from a spars supermarket, as I just want to lay on my bed and reflect, not only on the Cotswold, but also the camino. I’m absolutely stoked. My body feels good, and the rain stayed away.