Saddlebag of Memories… Day 10 … Lacenne to Toulouse

Over the last 10 days, we’ve chanced on some wonderful Chambres D’Hotes, and last night was no different. We had decided to stay just north of Agen, after crossing The Lot river, finding a peaceful little chateau that offered rooms and a swimming pool. It was an incredible place, that has been in the same … More Saddlebag of Memories… Day 10 … Lacenne to Toulouse

Saddlebag of Memories Cycle Ride…Day 1 over Dartmoor to Plymouth

What an incredible first day’s ride we’ve had from East Devon, across Dartmoor to Plymouth, and I’m writing this, now that we’re through check-in and waiting to board the night ferry to Roscoff. I’ve only just admitted to Andy that I was actually rather worried about today, as I’d only ever ridden as far as … More Saddlebag of Memories Cycle Ride…Day 1 over Dartmoor to Plymouth

Cycling with a Saddlebag of Memories… 2 days to go

The days are ticking down and after so many false starts, it finally looks as if our long-hoped for ‘Saddlebag of Memories’ bike ride is actually going to happen. It’s nearly 7 years since Andy rode the Velodyssey with the boys on a Moor to Med cycling adventure down the west coast of France, whilst … More Cycling with a Saddlebag of Memories… 2 days to go

Exploring the History

Over 30 years ago, when we first visited the Luberon, we took to our bikes, cycling the back-roads to explore the beautiful, historic villages, and we remember riding over an old bridge across the Calavon river, below Bonnieux, when we were making our way to Roussillon. What we didn’t realise at the time, was that … More Exploring the History

Travelling again

After a gentle weekend, today has been another mad travelling day, and considering it was only organised in Friday, it’s actually gone rather well. This weekend, it really did feel as if Spring was forcing her way forward, with me stopping in my tracks, whilst we were out walking, on hearing the lilting (and simply … More Travelling again

A Day out in Arles

This week has flown by, to the extent that it feels as if someone has been playing with time. Whereas last week the days slipped comfortably by, these last 7 days have hurtled past, with so much going on that it’s been hard to keep up. It’s felt as if I’ve stumbled my way through, … More A Day out in Arles