I'd inadvertently pushed my rucksack up against the tent in the porch area, creating a gap through which the wind could blow into the sleeping area. I only noticed in the morning so spent most of the night wondering why it was so draughty!
Anyway, it's so exciting being out on an adventure, it didn't bother me. After I'd packed all my stuff away, I got going. After an hour or so of not really knowing whether I was on the trail or not, I saw the Ridgeway acorn which took me up into a wood and onwards into more delightful scenery.
It was blowing a gale though! This part of the walk was lovely along an iron age mound known as Grim's Ditch through woodland and then up into Nuffield where this sign awaited me in the church.
I'd been walking for a good couple of hours by now in the strong wind and felt tired. When I saw this sign, I was so happy. Hot coffee, cakes, a rest in a warm church: perfect! I had a chocolate roll, a piece of Christmas cake and a cup of coffee. I left my donation in the box and headed on my way, thankful for Nuffield church's hospitality.
The rest of the day's walk was lovely again, walking across big rolling fields, into woodland and past grand estates.
I reached Watlington by two and even though I'd shortened my walk to around 10 miles my feet ached so much on the road down into town, I had to keep stopping. I could see the town but couldn't quite make it in one go. I booked myself into the Fat Fox pub and b&b and enjoyed 2 baths, a beer and cheeseburger and chips. Tomorrow would be a long day: 18 miles to Wendover.
Miles: 10 miles on weary feet.
Day 4 coming up...