We cook ourselves a simpler breakfast today, clean up the flat (the only downside of staying in the flat), get a coffee from the wonderful Judges Bakery and then head off towards Mountfield estate.

The path starts by The George (the local pub) and then works it's way through the top of the housing estate into a clear path through a field, down to a lane and then through a tunnel under the train track.

We stay close to the track and head south for about half an hour walking through fields next to a lovely stream. A field of cattle almost stops us but we march through and into the very muddy lower Mouttfield estate.

The path heads directly up to the manor house but cannt be seen from here, after another slug all the way up the hill (about 3 fields) we get to Mountfield Court, a very fine 17th century house which hosts probably my favourite spot of the whole trip, a beautiful panoramic view of Mountfield church parish.

We follow the road down to the exit of the estate and walk up into the Moutfield church yard, the views here are equally stunning, looking south over Crowhurst wood, Hucksteep wood and Battle wood.

Here we stop for our lunch, we show Athur around the quiet church, leave a small message and sit in the beautiful serenity with Arthur exploring (it's not serene in the traditional sense with a 3 year old but they bring their own flavour).

Onwards we head south into the first of a number of woods, we see a heard of deer heading into the woods in front of us, Arthur races after them but loses them. Tanya reminds us about watching out for ticks.

Arthur walks with us through Lower Hucksteep wood and into Upper Hucksteep wood, he's found a good stick that represents a fire hose and is gradually putting out all the imaginary fires that block our way.

This works well all the way up through this wood, across Eatenden lane and all the way down Goldspur wood, surprisingly he continues with us all the way up through Burnthouse wood, across Netherfield road and well into Ashes wood before we have to put him back in the carrier as we start to enter the magic hour and I get a bit nervous about losing the light.

We head east out of the woods and across Wadhurst lane through Beech mill, across a grazing field with the edge of Battle now visible in the distance we work our way down and then up a long steep hill before arriving, unceremoniously as usual, at our destination.

We walk 10 minutes down the main road into Battle and check in to our hotel for the night, the George Hotel. It's a cheap and cheerful affair this one, we've used it before, it's fairly old and battered and nothing really works but in many ways that's what you really want with a toddler. Note that there is no catering at this hotel.