6th JAN. WYE NNR to COLDBLOW FARM nr. Thurnham

I woke about 5 but only dozed until 6. I was snug and comfortable and would of loved to have laid in but knew if I went to sleep we would be late. Moisture dripped on the tent from the trees overhead.
I reluctantly got porridge and tea ready. Woke J after eating my half and drank my tea getting moving at just gone 7. It was surprisingly light even though there was a fog / mist. The tent outer was wet with condensation I hoped to get it dry when we stopped around lunch time but the mist was to stay all day and therefore the damp air.
We left the Devils Kneading Trough in the mist and was disappointed that the views and the Wye Crown,  a chalk crown cut into the grass by students of Wye College in 1900s.
The Co-op shop, opposite the church, was open and we sat on a bench eating Snickers.
Wye was a pretty village, twee buildings but would of looked alot better in the sun. We wondered through the village passing a chap stood on a corner,  we gave cheery ' Morning ' then realised a few strides on we were going the wrong way. We repassed the chap again and he nodded and smiled as if he knew the score.
I cannot say the a day was inspiring , the mist made the walk blinkered. We could hear the A20 for most of the day but we had not a glimpse.
The lack of views left us uninspired and found the route boring and miserable. We went from road to lane to muddy track or grass.
Beyond the cricket green of Boughton Lees we passed the highlight of the day of Eastwells St Marys Church,  a ruined church who was being renovated by the Friends of Friendless churches or so it said in the guide book but if you adked me it still looked friendless.
At Dunn Street the signpost sent us the wrong way,  we thought the route had changed but after stumbling beside mud clay field we rebelled and cut through a hedge to a road to recover the route.
We walked on via Charing following the Pilgrims Way passed the Marley Works.
Most of the day we did not see any walkers but numerous motor bikes sped by,  normally I would be annoyed by them on the path but today they formed an interest even if some were where they should not be.
We were fairly thirsty as we had not gone passed any shops so stopped at the Dirty Habit pub in Hollingbourne. It was very popular and had comfy couchs under cover in the beer garden,  we only had a coke.
Time was getting on so we walked on ,eventually coming to Coldblow Farm and the bunkhouse there. I was not happy paying to camp but as we had no water we felt we needed to. When we rang the bell at 4.30 light was fading. On saying we wanted a pitch we were put into the bunkhouse for £15 for us both.
There was a tv in the bunkroom but the digi nox did not work but after a fiddle I got it working. We only had basic dehydrated food stuffs but I was able to put together a decent meal and numerous teas.
I felt shattered, a hard gutsy day of nothingness. We were pleased to be in comfort again.