20°C, light breeze and sunshine.

Two groups of Gold remained to complete. They had routes south towards the Rhondda Valley, limestone country. Time allowed us to consider cutting the day short. I elected to intercept the second group and bring them to the finish via a shortcut. Rolling grasslands were pockmarked by shake-holes. They look like large bomb craters that have long grown over. Oh, except one which was filled with junk. Flytippers had dumped rubbish there.​​
Once again, I got a phone call to say the second golds had not even gained access land. They had to be picked up. The outcome didn’t look good for that group.