Lonely Farm was such a contrast to the Southwold site – quiet and spacious – but I still slept badly. We rose to a clear still morning which promised a hot day to come but soon the clouds formed and a stiff westerly breeze sprung up. Our first stop was Framlingham, a sleepy little town with a turbulent past, dominated by its castle. Then it was down to Woodbridge for a look at the tide mill, shopping for our campsite dinner on the way out.
We skirted the northern suburbs of Ipswich and the cycled west against the wind to the site a mile or so outside Hadleigh. I’d hoped to arrive in time to watch the European Championship final in the nearby pub but our late arrival scuppered my plan. It was the following day before I learned that Spain were the new football champions of Europe.