Godawful day. Aching everywhere. More cold and wind. Neverending undulations. Have seemingly run out of thoughts to think.
Bickering brought on by fatigue and psychological torment was not helped by the stark room in Kavala, which smelled of stale vomit and fags. D's left elbow has now joined the cacophony of moans from her knees.
Nice castle, mind.
Day 89.4km (Total 3158.3km)