Waking up at Blackbutt camp: I open my eyes and look up through the rear window at my neighbours while at the front of the vehicle the sun pours in and creates a beacon of Welshness dangling from the mirror. I hate to appear butt obsessed (see earlier blog) but you can actually make out a small cheek under the rugby jersey. How about that! This is the last you’ll see of Warren—the National Park—which is good because though the park was very special I am now behind on the blog and better move on.