A cold night, tossing and turning and given the long day previously, it was not a sharp start. But then a flatter shorter day ahead so a more relaxed pace awaited us.

We brewed tea and were off and out by 9; back to following the swollen Swale winding its way eastwards. Reeth was predicatably picturesque and we stopped just on the far side for a bacon sandwich and tea at the Dales bike centre; before picking up the river again and another series of stiles / fields / gates and sloes. Oh to have the spare capacity to bring a couple of tonnes home with us!
A sharp climb to Marrick as we tried to lose the river for a bit. A nice change to gain altitude and a more expansive outlook as pastoral N Yorkshire took hold for a bit. We passed a couple of other couples doing the C2C, chatted a bit before stepping on the gas and leaving them in our wake. Marske too was enjoyably pretty if not the descent to get to it and a lovely wooded section around Applegarth saw us eat up a few more miles. A generally grey day; neither hot nor cold, no sun, no rain but as we reached RIchmond at 3, it brightened. We toyed with the idea of a bed for the night, spent an hour poking about and not finding anywhere to stay so at 4 we did a brief lap of the market square and left, down the hill to the river, below the castle and onwards. We booked camping at th Brompton on Swale caravan park so we followed the river some more (why did I bring a compass?), trespassed much to her trepidation (I had gone onto Google maps to see if there were any bridges across the Swale - the route runs on the south side of the river, the campsite to the north - and the route it gave turned out to be not a footpath. To us Scots who have the right to Rome roam, it's hard to understand why you can't walk along a farm track. So we did and it led us right to a gate that we hopped over into our site for the night.
Tent up, quick shower and then her brother arrived just after 6; he lives near Durham and had agreed to meet us for dinner. So there we were, muddy and weatherbeaten, jumping into a BMW M5 to be whisked off to - Aycliffe? All I knew was we were going to dinner; turned out he'd planned a decent meal out at his local gastro pub 40 miles up the road (it's not long in an M5); his wife was there too! So a leek and potato soup followed by essentially lamb, dauphinouse potatoes and carrots and a raspberry and lime tart, a well earned pint and glass of wine, some family catch up and at 9 we were usherd into a waiting limo (Merc?) to be deposited back at the campsite. I've only met him 4 times, her x2 and on each occasion with children, so a first time where we were all actually not bogged down with interuptions from wee ones. 
Surreally back to the tent; a nightcap and some sleep. A much more reasonable 27km and 500 metres of ascent.

We tried the 2 up front formation today