OK, I don’t know if this will get through or not, but my wristpad still seems to be working – thank god it’s solar powered. And there still seems to be a connection to the internet, although I just don’t understand how. So, for the sake of my morale, if nothing else, I'm going to keep posting things here – it looks like this is my last link with anything remotely like what I’d call civilisation. All I can do is hope that it’ll appear, and be read. If it doesn't do anything practical to help me, maybe it will be of some help to someone, somewhere, sometime.

Situation report: I went to sleep last night, with no sign that there was anything unusual. I woke up in the early hours, feeling very rough – the same sort of symptoms I had after the Hermes test. That time I thought the feeling that my guts had been turned inside out was psychological – knowing that my atoms had been disconnected and rebuilt might well make you think that’s how you ought to feel.

For what it’s worth, I can now objectively say that this feeling is a direct result of sending.

Because, when I managed to pull myself together, I found I wasn’t in my dingy lodgings in Norwich – I was still in my sleeping bag, but now I was laying on the floor of a dense forest. Actually, I didn’t manage to work that out until daylight. In the early house of the morning, all I knew was that I was definitely outdoors, and it was very cold.

Anyway, in daylight I discovered, as I say, that I was in a very thick forest – trees packed pretty tight together; many fallen trees just rotting on the ground; dense undergrowth. Surrounding me was everything I'd had close to my camp bed last night – mind you, some of it took a bit of finding, in the brush and ferns.

So I’ve got some basic kit, anyway: enough clothing to keep me warm, my boots, a plastic bottle of water, Swiss army knife, matches – and this wristpad, obviously.

Something moving. Shutting down…