The main memory of Day 2? Being HOT. Like, *REALLY HOT*. And tired. I clearly left too late in the day (this becomes a theme), but what did I know?
I started off slowly with a LOT of backpack adjusting (this also becomes a theme.) I sat on a bench by a ruined church to look at the views (and re-adjust) and managed to promptly drop my pen right into a line of ants.