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?
We had the most superb day off yesterday with our friends in the Marais Breton. They took us across the ancient tidal Causeway onto the Ile de Noirmoutier, which we hadn’t visited before. The Causeway is an incredible road that is only accessible for a couple of hours, either side of low tide, and is … More Day 5 From one Marais to another
After yesterday’s rainy ride, we enjoyed a hot shower and a picky tea in the lovely B&B we had booked in Montfort Sur Meu, falling into a deep sleep, which wasn’t even disturbed by the bells from the neighbouring church. We woke refreshed, and happy to see that the skies were simply overcast, rather than … More Day 3 … Tent up in the nick of time! Montfort Sur Meu to Blain
After an incredibly busy, last three and a half weeks, it’s hard to actually believe that in a little over 12 hours time, we will have loaded the bikes with everything we need, and will be beginning to turn the pedals, at the start of our latest cycling adventure. We finished our summer events on … More Time for the next adventure
I remember my mum saying that the older you get, the faster time goes and as a teenager, I just thought she was exaggerating. But, she was spot on. I started writing this post, this morning, (6am) having just had a chat with our youngest, as he has headed off to work. I was amazed, … More Three weeks to go … But who’s counting?
After what was possibly the slowest January on record, the time now seems to be slipping past so quickly that I hardly have time to mark each day passing. The start of the year has been a whirl of trips back and forth to the UK for us both, which has left us feeling like … More Saddlebag of Memories #2 planning has started
It’s hard to believe that today was effectively the last day of the ride, even though we still have to pedal home from the train station in Avignon, tomorrow. Finishing a ride is always sad and it tends to affect our mood and if we’re honest, we really aren’t that keen on the piece of … More Saddlebag of Memories Madrid to Sète Day 17, Peyriac de Mer to Sète
Today felt very strange, as it felt as if we had really started the ride home and if we’re honest, we aren’t really ready for this little adventure to end. Of course, it can’t go on forever and the house-sitters leave on Sunday, so we can’t simply keep cycling, however tempting that may be! We … More Saddlebag of Memories Madrid to Sète. Day 16 Collioure to Peyriac de Mer
Today was always a big landmark day in the ride. The day we reached the border of Spain and crossed back into France. It’s hard to believe that we have cycled that far. Of course, it should now go without saying that we were up early and ready to go by the time the sun … More Saddlebag of Memories Madrid to Sète Day 14. Girona to Collioure
Today was one of those days that is best split into 3 parts Before coffee … Glorious Before lunch … Hideous After lunch … Longer and steeper than planned. Let’s start with before coffee. We left the hotel as it opened, just after 8, wheeling our bikes out of the wonderfully secure room they have … More Saddlebag of Memories Madrid to Sète Day 11 . Igualada to Vic
Postcards from Provence and beyond 