Friday 22nd September 2006 (p.m)

Rounded off the course with a spin in a tractor. Been looking forward to this as thought it might reawaken the closet farmer in me. Alas, not. Managed to lose control of it and almost collided with another tractor in the purpose built training area. As the rain began to fall the terrain got muddier. Time to bid Plumpton farewell. 

On the train back to London I wondered what I had gained from all this. The overriding thought was that I was hopelessly out of my depth. It might not be a bad idea to back out now before I humiliated myself. 

But something inside me said with a conviction I'd rarely known, 'you're not going to give up just yet, not until you'd truly exhausted all the options.