We bought some cheap folding bikes when we arrived back in the UK.  Went for our first ride - in Dartmoor.

So we were driving along the motorway when Deborah spied a name on the map.  After navigating some small lanes we arrived in the village.  Some many greats of g-mothers came from here.  Looked at the small church (too modern) and then Deborah took up with a small group who were standing nearby engaged in a jovial conversation.  End result, Josephine kindly allowed us to camp in one of her sheep paddocks.  Next morning we had a cup of coffee with Josephine before departing and hopefully again expressed our thanks for the generosity.  One of those little moments on a long trip that don't get lost in the maze of "where was that again/what did it look like?"