This is a pleasant photo of last night, where a great sing-a-long was held. We even had the locals joining in, and later on there was also a fantastic lock in.

Yes, this is really disgusting. Last night we sung about bursting blisters, and today it happened. It looks like Jonny tried to burst it with a pin! We think Jonny needs some new boots.

At the Sacred Heart RC Church, Caterham, Bruce and Hazel conducted the bidding prayers.               

Outside, we were given a send off by Gillian, who told us about her years in Caterham.

Amanda, who walked with us in 1984, is pictured here with her contribution to the next generation of pilgrims.

We set off along fields towards Merstham, with the town of Redhill behind.

At the first drinks stop of the day, Howard seemed to have had enough already and collapsed in somebody's front garden (it's alright Alison - he's still alive and well).

Louise, however, was searching for a foreign body in her sock.

One of our day pilgrims from St Francis's Rambling Club leads the way across our first crossing over the M25.

At Merstham, Julia decided she had had enough already and travelled by train to Dorking.

However, while Julia was boarding the train, we were joined by more day pilgrims on a train from London.

As we approached our first prayer stop at the Royal Alexander & Albert School Chapel in Gatton Park, three donkeys came to see who all the extra people visiting them were.

At the Chapel, the young members of the pilgrimage performed their modern day version of The Good Samaritan, of how you are likely to receive help from the most unlikely of people.

Shortly after prayers, we walked past The Millennium Stones which were created by Richard Kindersley during 1998 to 1999, to mark the double millennium. The first stone is inscribed with the words from St John's gospel, "In the beginning the Word was . . .". The subsequent stones are carved with quotations contemporary with each 200 year segment, ending with the words of T S Eliot.

(To the correspondent who e-mailed anonymously correcting the quote from St John's Gospel, this is taken verbatim from the information sign at the site, which I have checked again. But please, do continue to tell us about errors in our diary).

At Reigate Hill Car Park we met up with pilgrims from the past who were just joining us for the day's walk.

A short distance later, pilgrims enjoined the view from Pilgrims' Holt, and John managed to point out to Louise exactly where their house was.

Nick Lamb, joining us for the walk today, caught up with his dad as we crossed the M25 for the second time.

Past pilgrim, Paul, brought his family to meet us at lunchtime at The Sportsman, Mogador.

We were also joined by Ann, who had recently undergone major back surgery, and we were amazed to see her so well so soon - and she seemed quite happy to see us too.

Jack, who was helping Maurice to frontmark today's walk, soon set off and was already putting up arrows for the pilgrims to follow.

However, Jack and the rest of the frontmarkers were soon caught up. Anne, Bill and Axel found a comfy spot to rest on a pile of sand, while letting the frontmarkers get ahead again.

We soon reached St Andrews, Boxhill, and were greeted by the parishioners serving tea and coffee, with a selection of biscuits and scones.

More pilgrims from the past, John and Lesley with their two children, joined for today, while Lesley let one of the St Francis Ramblers baby-sit for a while.

After prayers, we ascended up to Boxhill View Point before descending back down into the River Mole Valley.

Over the River Mole by stepping stones.

Some day pilgrims then left us at Boxhill and Westhumble Station to travel back to London.

We then followed the vineyard trail through Denbies Vineyard. We didn't quite work out what Fred thought was so funny.

On entry into Dorking, there was a scheduled DIY prayers stop at St Martin's Church. However, only a few pilgrims managed to look in on the church as it was locked when we first got there.

A few minutes walk later we arrived at our destination at the United Reformed Church Hall in Dorking. Now myself and a few others are about to set off to try and find the nearest leisure centre and see if we can get a shower.