Day 3 Launceston to Cullompton 65 miles

I am not one to complain but when I woke up on Sunday morning I did not want to go outside. It had been raining since 3am and in the dim light of 6am nothing had changed except it was now even windier with gusts up to 35 mph. I roused my self at 7 am and offered a prayer to make it through the day. After eating as much as I could I set out in the deluge to cross the edge of Dartmoor that passes 900ft before dropping down into Oakhampton. The first 20 miles were scary, steep hill up and down and wet brake blocks that forced you into a Kamikaze existence. The wind rushed at me and it was a struggle just to keep moving. It never stopped raining the whole journey and it was torrential. I stopped regularly for a bite on a cereal bar , a milky way or some jelly babies and kept drinking water. I could not stop long as even though I had Gortex jacket and trousers and special overshoes I was by now 40 miles on and drenched. The last 20 miles seemed like forever and I had to play mind games on reasons to be thankful. I must admit I did struggle a bit! When I nearly got to the B and B I had to climb out of Cullompton into the gale. I then could not find the B and B and had to knock on a door and  ask some  poor chap to help me. It was a few yards down the road and I have never been so glad for a cup of coffee and a hot soak to mend my wounds. Alison caught up with me in the evening and brought me some dry clothes. It made me realise how much she cared for me and I was thankful to have survived the day!.