.....It seemed like an age had passed. We had faced obsticals in our body & in the weather, rest had to come soon surely? Cold like the mountains before us & as wet as the rain that had plagued our every step, we saught shelter. The clowds were so thick that the only source of light was not the moon we had hoped for, but the sparradic flashes of lightening that danced accross the sky like some kind of insane eel out of water. Every now & then those crazy, posessed eels would throw themselves accross the blackest sky illuminating any potential safe house. So far only the odd scraggy looking tree with a passion for looking like haggered twisted old witches had shown themselves. All hopes fading & every step making our knees feel closer to the path ahead through fatigue we steadied ourselves onwards. Suddenly the hollow shell of an old barn hurled itself into our path! Shelter! We caught up with ourselves running for the reletive dryness that was enough of an answered prayer to make a dead donkey cry, full of relief that was to be sweeter than fresh lemonade, but unknown to us, to be very short lived......