It was quicker over the Queen Elizabeth Bridge on the way to Kent than ever before, we wait and see how well the Dart charges go as the old toll booths have gone replaced by a snapping licence plate scheme. We found Etchinghall Barn with the normal amount of fun. It's a lovely and spacious place, the lounge has one wall all window looking out onto a patio and garden. Some of the doors have a strange lock with a pull cord on the inside to free the lock which is a wooden tongue falling into a groove. If the cord broke you would be well and truly trapped - Ginny and I were confused by how it worked at first. The Barn has a farmyard gate to get through but it didn't seem to be on a working farm - the owners have a very big house and kindly checked on how we were doing. There was wi-fi available which came in very useful for arranging meals and hotels and keeping in touch.

Our holiday cottage has among the crockery two William Hartnell mugs listing his first and last utterances as Doctor Who. It also has some Christian books, some books perhaps left by Dutch visitors. I read a historical romance by Georgette Heyer and will try more. The barn was converted into the holiday cottage we were in plus a games room for the family only - happily they didn't use it yet while we were there. Virginia read her way through the visitors' book which was interesting, some observations have been addressed since they were made.

The charger saga continued that evening - the second time I plugged the new charger in there was a flash and it stopped working! Happily Virginia had brought two chargers with USB connections - tried the first one, the iPad recognised something had connected, there was a heartwarming beep . . . But no charging! In desperation tried her second charger and this one miraculously did work!