Bobby got off to a good start from the dhaba near Datia.
This tended to be more pronounced when he exited the Walkmobile as the steps were quite high.
I made sure that Bobby had a pain patch on early in the day which should be kicking in at any time.
We made it to Kotra and across the mighty Sindh River which was one of the few we had passed which actually had an abundance of water.
A good spot for the weekend was found at a Dabra petrol pump and we settled down.
There was a cool breeze blowing across the forecourt and a large sign to block the sun during the day.
Yes, this would suit us just fine.
That night I went to sleep dreaming I woke up covered in salt crystals.