We also revealed Tamsin's 'dramatically bleeding' chin cut (aquired whilst attempted cat rescue from the rafters, it turned out she needed rescuing in the end); in fact, no more than a few scratches, well covered by a child's snail plaster. Aha!
After a last tinkle on the piano (this farm, after all, has been the home of 'band camp' for almost 80 years), we packed up our carts with banners, blankets and flyers.
The horses were given a well earned rest as a friendly neighbour hitched our wagons to their land-rover and drove us down Piggott's hill and up another. I foraged mushrooms, apples and blackberries in the sunshine as the horses and rushers caught up, and chatted to curious locals about what our journey entailed.
The sun burnt hot as we ventured, singing, along tree-lined roads; bicycles, horses and walkers (barefoot and booted both) rolled along at vaguely unsynchronised paces, intersecting with stories, climate conversation and the occasional stop for blister treatment. Traffic management takes a front seat when you are travelling with horses on 50mph roads; while most waiting drivers were receptive to a leaflet and a chat, others seemed more impatient. We plan to make a sign reading 'Slow Down: Climate Catastrophe Ahead'.
Stopping late for a long lunch in a field, we let the horses loose, aired our feet and washed in the stream, brewing a well-needed cuppa. We also managed to charm the farmer, Neil, who was well won over to the cause by the sweet smiles of suffragettes. Some much needed shade provided a respite from the heat wave (long may it continue!)
Wheeling through country roads for the last stretch to Haddenham, it was glorious in the low late sunshine, pushing forward to our resting point for a few nights. And when we arrived it was everything and more, a lush village green in front of the church has provided our campsite, the horses have a spot to stay and friendly locals, from young children ('are you really going to Totnes, in real life?') to an old friend of Deborah's in a mobility scooter. Telling people about climate change in a suffragette costume, accompanied by a horse and cart, is one of the nicest things to do.
And then it was Tamsin's turn, in the church next to the green, with a youth service on climate change. The exchange of ideas between the local worshippers and us climate rushers was an interesting point of intersection between two groups of people who believe the apocalypse is coming - our emphasis was certainly on taking inclusive action now on both a local and global scale to create transition. I guess theirs is too...
A quick planning meeting later, and we are snuggled up in our candle-lit tent, with a drop of whisky to keep us cosy and sweet dreams of days past and to come.