About 38 miles, out to the East (which meant that I had a headwind on the way home, but it didn't seem to be holding me back significantly until the last 6 miles or so). Got some tingling in my toes, which became somewhat painful for the last hour; no idea what was causing that.

Some interesting sights on the way. A dozen men in army fatigues walking along the road, together with three ponies carrying some of the kit. The British Army is still using horse power in the 21st Century.

Had a look round the church and churchyard at Old Dalby. Discovered the grave of Edward Purdey from 1743, on which was engraved a diatribe against the woman who had murdered him over a small debt. The story was revealed with a bit of googling when I got home: apparently he had been a halfpenny short of the price of the beer he had drunk at a local hostelry, and the landlady set her dog on him, which inflicted lethal injuries. A salutary lesson, although obviously no-one on this forum would dream of entering a pub without enough cash to pay for their drinks.