Distance so far: 267 kilometres
Longest Day: 84 Kilometres
Falls/minor accidents: None
We are pleased to be able to report that our relationship with the Beast is improving. A combination of factors may be at play here: we’re getting used to him, we’ve jettisoned a few more items to lighten the load and we’ve redistributed the weight a bit – placing heavier items lower (including Two Ton Tess, our 2+ kilo heavy duty D lock which we use to secure the bike). It’s still not good, but it’s better.
We’re also adjusting to camping. After the comforts provided by friends and family over the first couple of weeks, we were beginning to worry that the transition would be too hard and we’d dash for the first hotel we saw. But we’ve resisted any temptation here in France and are already feeling at home in our new life – fresh air, lots of exercise, lots of fresh food and the pleasure of snuggling up in our not-so-small tent.
Judy the Stoker says …
The small lanes and B roads from Yeovill to Poole were a delight on a beautiful day. The piddles and puddles were particularly enchanting, eg Piddletrenthide, Puddletown, Tolepuddle (of Tolepuddle Martyrs fame) and Affpuddle.
|Crossing the ford to Turnerspuddle|
Lunching on another beautiful day – in France – at Cancale, we were really taken with the fast moving tide sweeping over the mudflats and refloating boats before our eyes.
.We arrived early to try to avoid the crowds surging up the tiny, single street to the abbey. We weren’t early enough, and neither of us could face the prospect of paying 9 Euros to join a vast queue shuffling through the abbey. And this is May – the season has barely started