A troublesome day. Starts off cold, which is great for cycling, but gets hotter and hotter as the day goes on.
I decided this year that 100km per day is too much, so decided on 80km as the new goal. Goals are meant to be broken. Today I did 115,and I van tell you, it really is too much.
The worst bit was along a 'cycle path' and I use the expression loosely. I should have given up at the fallen tree, but being a bloke, there can be no turning back. When I eventually rejoined the tarmac, I spent half an hour scraping the mud off the bike, and me.
While I was cycling, I suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, noticed that my tongue was swelling up. I initially thought it was maybe a thirst problem, but it wasn't. By the time I got to the hotel, I could only speak with a lithp, charming in Spanish, but odd-sounding in French. After unpacking and scraping the smell off, I hastened to the pharmacy. He said I should go to les urgences as it could be serious, but detecting reticence on my part, he sold me the world's most expensive mouth wash. Will I make it through the night? Only time will tell.
For some reason, my phone won't connect to the Internet, so I can't upload today's pictures, but here are some I made earlier.
Charming roof ornaments spotted whilst scoffing a bun.
says it all, really.
Trusty steed on bridge over aforementioned Somme.
Graham, thank you for the comment. Yes, carriage duly spotted. What an utter disaster that was, wasn't it? WW1 should never have started, but what a bollocks the Armistice was. French revenge has a lot to answer for.
Anyway, that’s all, folks. Amitiés
I decided this year that 100km per day is too much, so decided on 80km as the new goal. Goals are meant to be broken. Today I did 115,and I van tell you, it really is too much.
The worst bit was along a 'cycle path' and I use the expression loosely. I should have given up at the fallen tree, but being a bloke, there can be no turning back. When I eventually rejoined the tarmac, I spent half an hour scraping the mud off the bike, and me.
While I was cycling, I suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, noticed that my tongue was swelling up. I initially thought it was maybe a thirst problem, but it wasn't. By the time I got to the hotel, I could only speak with a lithp, charming in Spanish, but odd-sounding in French. After unpacking and scraping the smell off, I hastened to the pharmacy. He said I should go to les urgences as it could be serious, but detecting reticence on my part, he sold me the world's most expensive mouth wash. Will I make it through the night? Only time will tell.
For some reason, my phone won't connect to the Internet, so I can't upload today's pictures, but here are some I made earlier.
Charming roof ornaments spotted whilst scoffing a bun. 
says it all, really. 
Trusty steed on bridge over aforementioned Somme. Graham, thank you for the comment. Yes, carriage duly spotted. What an utter disaster that was, wasn't it? WW1 should never have started, but what a bollocks the Armistice was. French revenge has a lot to answer for.
Anyway, that’s all, folks. Amitiés
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