Pedalling through life
Why am I doing this? (the Release into the Wild ride)
Apart from the obvious answers that it seemed like a good idea when I thought of it and nothing yet has persuaded me otherwise, and that I think it’ll be fun and a bit of a challenge, there are others layer of reasons. Continue reading “Why?”
I think I’m nearly ready…or will those become my personal famous last words?
Bike has been gone over, chain and brake pads replaced, new tail light fitted, other moving and structural parts checked, cleaned and tested.
So here’s the intended route (Warning: hills may go up as well as down and reality will differ from preconceived plans) – from Roscoff to Clare’n’Fiona’s should take about 8 days – it seems to be 650km by a cycle friendly route. Continue reading “La Route – peut-être?”
A good start. Ferry arrives on time, weather excellent – mostly sunny, not to hot, no wind to notice. Made very good time and arrived before 5pm even after an hour for coffee, an hour for lunch lying in the sun and half an hour with a couple of beers in a bar near the end. Continue reading “Day 1 – Roscoff to Kermoigne”
After an excellent 3 course dinner provided by Julia together with good conversation I slept very well in comfort. Awoke to a misty sunrise promising another fine cycling day. Continue reading “Day 2 Kermoigne to Moelan-sur-Mer”
Opened the curtains to a clear blue sky and sunshine. Not a cloud to be seen. Continue reading “Day 3 – Moelan to Vannes”
One of the (many) great things about cycle touring is the way you can penetrate and withdraw from towns and cities by secret hidden ways and roads less well travelled. Continue reading “Day 4 – Vannes to Blain”
Wow what a fabulous day. I overslept a bit but managed to get off shortly after 9. In summary sunny flat quiet roads and cycle paths lovely scenery. Not too hot, just perfect weather and terrain. Nothing not to like. Continue reading “Day 5 – Blain to Bouchemaine”
Well after the highs of yesterday I was due to be taken down a peg or two. Continue reading “Day 6 – Bouchemaine to Avione”
Slept comme un masse encore (Laurent told me that was french for like a log. Comme un bebe is more gentle) and up with the sun (which doesn’t rise here till about 8) to get going for another long day. Continue reading “Day 7 – Avione to Touron St. Martin”