Full Circle

The view from the hotel bedroom terrace at 7 am - excellent atmosphere for the last in-France day, reflective, calm... Somewhat overcast at the start too, nice biking weather.

We are very organised now, with the whole destinations and GPS programming thing, not to mention the fag stops ("Is this a one two or three fag stop Jim, just so we know if it's worth taking our gloves off..."). At an early stop (a two fagger) John found some ripe blackberries to supplement our meagre diet, which were welcomed.

Fortunately we found a cafe in Chatelleraut, with ham and cheese baguettes to make sure we were sufficiently fuelled for the labours of the afternoon.

Jim narrowly avoided a collision with an enormous buzzard/kite/bird thing that went to fly across the road but found him in the way, swerving very aerobatically and returning to base unharmed. No picture since we were doing 50 mph at the time!

All too soon we were were back at the Hotel de France, via a very narrow road chosen by the GPS, so narrow in fact that a rural quad bike riding farm person will probably be telling the tale of his lucky escape for years to come, hopefully not forgetting his look of horror and heroic swerve!

We managed to get a bit of eating and drinking in in-between the planning of next year's roles and responsibilities and being dissed by the waiter. Probably a 10 fag stop but who's counting?