It’s quite hard to believe that today is the last day of our ride down through France, to our home in The Luberon. In many ways it feels as if it is months, since we left Devon, yet at the same time, it feels as if we left just a couple of days ago. I … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 17… Tarascon to Home
After yesterday’s (at times frustrating) ride, we spent a perfect evening, having a slow supper, with a very lovely bottle of wine….. and ambling around the beautiful streets of Aigues-Mortes, listening to the swifts screaming down the streets, as the sun started to set We slept well, which has been a recurring theme of this … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 16… Aigues-Mortes to Tarascon
We woke up early this morning, feeling refreshed and well rested after our day off in Pézenas. In fact we woke up so early, that we were pushing the fully laden bikes out of the apartment at 7.30am, getting a few funny looks from people, just coming out to walk their dogs. We had decided … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 15… Pézenas to Aigues-Mortes
It seems really strange to say this, but today is our last day off the bikes, before the start of the last few days of cycling, back to The Luberon After arriving yesterday, we dropped everything off in the apartment and went out to explore the town, which is certainly one of our favourite little … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 14… Day off in Pézenas
Our decision to potter back to Provence, rather than trying to get there as quickly as possible was the right thing to do, as the last couple of days have been particularly lovely. Although we have still been watching the storms, we have been sensible and made sure that the rides we have planned, get … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 13… Capestang to Pezenas
Yesterday evening was a bit of a blur, after the mad dash into Carcassonne to try to beat the storm. We were a bit drained, both physically and emotionally, so simply dashed out to the supermarket, between the storms and bought bits for supper, and hunkered down in the apartment, whilst the next storm raged … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 12 … Carcassonne to Capestang
After yesterday’s ride, and highly sophisticated supper of takeaway pizza and wine from paper cups, we slept like the dead, waking at just after 6, getting ready to go on again. The first thing we did, was look at the weather forecast, which was still showing that there would be rare showers in the morning, … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 11… Toulouse to Carcassonne
Our day off in La Rochelle flew by far too quickly and it just reinforced how much we love the place and we are already plotting when we may be able to come back for another little visit (with the bikes of course) Our original thinking had been that we would take the ferry out … More Saddlebag of Memories…Day 7 … La Rochelle to Pons
Last night, after a long day’s ride and a superb, much-needed supper, we ambled around the Vieux Port and collapsed into bed, sleeping like babies until just after 7, this morning. The thought of having a day off had taken away the early-morning wakefulness, when normally we’re alert, planning the route and getting everything ready. … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 6 … A day off in La Rochelle
I can hardly believe that I’m writing this, but we’ve just got back from supper by the old harbour in beautiful La Rochelle, after another amazing day on the bikes. The day started early, as we had been staying in a beautiful home on the salt marshes, just north of the Ile de Noirmoutier and … More Saddlebag of Memories.. Day 5 .. Bouin to La Rochelle
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