Jane, of this parish, in the CrinklyDen last night looking remarkably perky after the best part of 80 miles through the flatlands. Then again this morning (when she managed to avoid being Cub-woken by getting up before either of them!) before we sent her on her way, suitably dined, wined, electrically-charged-up and laundered and armed with a st clements cake to fuel her up the hills to come.