My bum is killing me! We have just ridden a million miles to Llyn Alaw resovoir via twisting lanes, a farm cart track and now a muddy footpath ...

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Nearest and Dearest has told me off for exaggerating and is trying to bribe me with tea and cakes at the visitor centre. This backfires rather spectacularly when the VC turns out to be a wooden shed, (closed) and a couple of display boards offering interesting and informative walks around the res. (Their words not mine).

Another million miles eventually gets us back to the hotel where I collapse in the bath and remain unconscious for an hour. I’m now wrapped in one of the hotel’s bath robes which I think was made for a sumo wrestler as the sleeves reach my calves and I need a Sherpa to help me into the bedroom.

Things are definitely looking up though, Nearest & Dearest has just handed me a glass of the red stuff, all I have to do now is squeeze into the posh frock for the Valentine’s Dance. This proves to be a near thing and I make a mental note to ban chocolate and do more running, but not until I get back!