Since deciding to accept that we will just ride from Duras to Bordeaux and avoid the storms that had been predicted, we’ve just relaxed into enjoying our time here. Today, we decided that as we cycled in from the north, pedalled the roads to the east yesterday, and will be riding out west to Bordeaux … More Day 15 … Second breakfast in Marmande.
We really enjoyed our day off in Mussidan yesterday, and after another good night’s sleep, we were ready to go on again this morning. I had planned various routes to Duras, which we had decided would be our next stop, on the revised route towards Bordeaux. We had the ‘If it’s bucketing with rain’ route; … More Day 13 … Hiding from the cloudburst
We’re so pleased that we had been carefully watching the weather forecasts over the last few days. Big storms had been predicted and we had been re-planning the ride to try to avoid the worst of them. We have been keenly watching the changing forecasts on Meteo France and what we like to call Inaccuweather, … More Day 10… Well, that was wet!
We had such a lovely evening yesterday, staying in the camp site that we had visited so many times before, albeit, the last time being in 1999. We did the evening walk that had been our favourite walk, all those years ago, taking the quiet road to the Tour de Broue, the last remaining part … More Day 9 whoops, where are we staying?
Andy’s idea of changing our route to have a day off in Rochefort didn’t really appeal to begin with. It was always a place that we had passed on the motorway, whilst on our way to the Ile D’Oleron, and I just had memories of a big bridge and unattractive outskirts, which didn’t put it … More Day 8 Looks like rain
Last night’s camp site was rather lovely, until the moment we snuggled onto the airbeds, ready for bed, at the ungodly hour of 9.30pm. it was at that moment that the unmistakeable strains of Boney M’s classic Ra Ra Rasputin started from somewhere nearby. It became slightly more bizarre, when a dear friend (I’m mentioning … More Day 6. Who ordered the headwind?
Last night’s camp site was rather lovely, until the moment we snuggled onto the airbeds, ready for bed, at the ungodly hour of 9.30pm. it was at that moment that the unmistakeable strains of Boney M’s classic Ra Ra Rasputin started from somewhere nearby. It became slightly more bizarre, when a dear friend (I’m mentioning … More Day 6. Who ordered the headwind?
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