4hrs 30mins. Stiff test and unfair at this stage.

Time to stop being silly with this route planning. However, with no time left I had to have a bit of fun with this one. Lovely run route but a tad hilly. Hugh said this is in his top ten of tough runs on the challenge - to re-cap, that's immediately after a stinker yesterday and pulling a PB out of the hat at Brighton the day before. Just so you know, he's turned into a damn good endurance athlete.

This was a group run and the most publicly attended after Brighton. We started from Mayfield High St but not before Hugh had done a day's work with media duties: firstly the Megaphone on Chris Evans' breakfast show, followed by an interview with the Kent and Sussex Courier, and then BBC Sussex TV whilst we were breakfasting. Marie Curie Cancer Care were there again with a cheer station - so many thanks to Katie Nicholls and Ben again- absolute legends - after seeing them at Brighton only a couple of days ago. Hugh was joined by brother James (Johnny Two Guns), friends Chris and Guy, and Albert, chairman of Wadhurst Runners.

Navigation wise we had to get this one absolutely right as there was quite a crowd looking on, so I opted not to run (wimp) but navigate properly from the car checking the pointy arrow on the gps tentatively to get the direction of travel. Lots of clapping and whooping, which died down once the blue rinse brigade and yummies left. Lingering slightly because of the latter (no offence to your chums Tessa) I then legged it into the car with Samia and George to get ahead of the runners.

We stayed close, partly because of the narrow lanes but also to see how the run would pan out. Albert, 60 something, was playing a game of chess with the youngsters, allowing them to take pawn like victories waiting to pounce on their bishop (morning vicar) at a point of weakness. Everyone has a different style of running, James' is similar to Hugh's original 'chewing gum on the shoe' look. Hugh was tired today so regressed to a bit of 'dog poo on the shoe' gait (might look back at my heel, but not too close). Albert was very efficient, Guy stoic. He escorted James to a pheasant sandwich and pre-arranged lift from Mum Tessa at 9 miles but what a pace from Preece the Elder - training has paid off. George took some great footage of the different running groups and comments which we may replay in a closed session at a later date. Hugh and Chris, the latter hopelessly fit, coasted in, closely followed by Albert and Guy. We finished by a pub, just inside Kent, drinks at the ready, and I am seriously thinking about trying to make this an official marathon. A good but tiring day, except for me, and George of course.

H and I are now ensconsed in Kingston Travelodge, Samia having delivered us safely here and we are thinking about the last day. The Leeds Uni Ladies Rugby team are upstairs but with no scrum halves in evidence, we're avoiding the front row and a late evening, possibly regretfully in my case.

The end of this adventure is something we almost couldn't contemplate as every day has been so important. No days off so no let up, but also each has been another step nearer the goal. Now it's close to being over and I for one am rather sad. It's the last day tomorrow and we'll make it one to remember but this will mean all the more if as many of you as possible can join us. Early start for us but a civilised 11.45 for the Half in Hyde Park (or merely a 5km lap) or 3.00pm at Trafalgar Square. Join us if you can.