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?
After the stresses of yesterday’s trip to Portsmouth Day 1 – What! no train?, we fell into an anxiety hangover and a deep sleep on the overnight ferry to Saint Malo, waking at 5, about an hour before the ship’s alarm went off. It gave us time to finally put to bed the worries that … More Day 2 – Well that was soggy! Saint Malo to Montfort sur Meu
As I start typing this we are on the ferry, starting to head out of Portsmouth, on our way to Saint Malo. But if we’re honest, there were times today, when we thought this trip would be over before we really turned a pedal. We’ve planned this for months now, and one of the most … More Day 1 – What! no train?
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?
Last year, when the route for this year’s Tour de France was unveiled, we knew that on 22nd July, we would be somewhere on Mont Ventoux, and everything else in life would just have to work around it. Both Andy and I have been lucky enough to watch the riders on the fabled Giant of … More The Tour de France on Mont Ventoux . What an incredible day
It’s hard to believe that we’ve rolled into yet another year, and once again it’s been a very gentle start for us. Our youngest son stayed over Christmas and we spent a delightful time together, watching the rugby at Toulon And having a final night together in Antibes, before dropping him back at the airport … More Beautiful Sunrise Adventures for the New Year
It’s hard to believe that over 2 months have passed since we arrived home following our bike ride through Spain, and that this is only my second post since. We normally take a week or so to muse over our little cycling adventures, re-visiting the route, sorting out what went well, and more importantly what … More Is it Christmas already?
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
We’ve wanted to visit Collioure for many years, but we haven’t found a reason to come this way, until now. So building in a day off from the ride, in this pretty little place, seemed like a perfect way to do it. It’s hard to believe that we’re approaching mid-October as it’s glorious weather, with … More Saddlebag of Memories Madrid to Sète. Day 15 a day in Collioure
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
Postcards from Provence and beyond 