Breakfast in super pretty house and back on the road.
Hilly, hot and struggling in places. Already the love – hate relationship with the bike begins. The love of being outdoors, on the road moving along under your own steam contrasting with the discomfort, effort and desire to get it over with.
Keith says I have a bizarre cycling style of flat out 30+km/hr on the flat which rapidly decreases to about 6km/hr at the first incling of an incline. I think it’s an ADHD/AS combo where I have to go as fast as possible at all times (efficiency and impatience) and I never seem to tire, but when I have to slow down to go up even the slightest hill, I lose all motivation and interest because I am immediate bored by the tedium of travelling so slowly. My mind and my legs simply give up. Keith as ever is moderate and consistent.
Random picture of a goat. Just because.
Night in municipal campsite in Blain. These are local authority run and in many towns across France. Cost us €7,80 for the night. Total spend for today was €34 including tomorrow’s breakfast. Worked out we could live on about £500 a month including accommodation and food. Today this seems like brilliant idea.
Gloriously happy to be outdoors and have nothing to think about apart from where to sleep and what to eat. No headaches, migraines, kidney pain, anxiety: I need to live in a tent in France.