We then set out at a reasonable time with Pete attempting to force his cheeryness on us all - to no avail. God then intervened to help Alastair who was really struggling. It is Peter's firm belief that our getting lost and finding ourselves at the station was planned. It was while we were trying to work out where we were meant to go that Alastair decided to take an extended break for the day. He was promptly bundled onto a train home by Peter. The others went on, to get to Birmingham without too many delays (like being trapped in Derby...). The final stretch proved too difficult for Tricky who has been heroically towing the trailer so far - Peter takes over tomorrow.
By this point Romy had already got herself and Alastair to the campsite and set up camp, so she came to collect us.
The last couple of miles consisted of: Alastair at the campsite in a tent; Tricky, trailer and bike in the car and Peter speeding after the car in an attempt to not get lost - although the car went the wrong way too!
We thank God today for his provision for us and Peter thanks for the beauty that we pass as we muddle our way through these mellodramas.