Another bloaty breakfast, this time the apple sauce came with apricot or raspberry – I had both. We watched the rain fall and as it clearly had no intention of stopping we grimly rode out. We rolled through the rain for 30km before we reached Sully sur Loire with its fancy pants chateau in a… Read More »
We woke up late. Lou was completely covered in insect bites and had been up in the night to smoke them out. We went down to breakfast and I scoffed loads of my new discovery – little pots of applesauce. I’d only previously seen them on Trans-Atlantic flights before and found them odd, but they… Read More »
We headed to the tourist office but spotted a sign to the St Martin Hotel and decided to stay there. We locked up the bikes in a courtyard and went to our grotty room. We couldn’t be bothered to get properly changed, just put on fleeces and went for a stroll. Sancerre was small and… Read More »
I woke with a start after sleeping like a baby. It was 7am and already light. We got ready and went down for breakfast. I had pain au chocolat with added Nutella, fruit salad, apple sauce and prunes, yes prunes – I’d been suffering. We paid up and headed out on a small road to… Read More »
Our room had its own loo, bath and TV – luxury. There was porn on the TV! The big news was a terror plot and chaos at Heathrow. Loads of family members were flying around Europe and across the Atlantic this week so I worried a bit. We cleaned up and washed lots of clothes,… Read More »
Got up fairly leisurely and had breakfast at the Bel Air bar. We had to head back through town to rejoin the route and onto Avril Sur Loire where Lou was desperate to pee. No-where was available, we spotted an older Dutch couple sitting by their bikes and they confirmed there was no loo, and… Read More »
We stopped at the first hotel we saw, The Agriculture – part of the Logis de France group. Lou held the bikes as I went in. An over-heated little waiter acknowledged my presence then scurried off. I waited then went into the restaurant – a firm “Oui” from him and I waited some more. This… Read More »
As we left town I noticed my fingers were wrinkly and my pee had been Tango so I set out to drink as much as possible. The hotel had refilled my bidons and I drank them. We got to Diou after taking a very wrong turn and ending up in a bar that supported Marseilles.… Read More »
We rode into Marcigny past a supermarket and industrial units to a neat little market town. The tourist office was well signposted so we got off the bike and walked to it. The young woman was lovely, and although she spoke English even less well than we spoke French, she insisted on doing so and… Read More »
We stopped at St Louis’ in Roanne, a big black church which looked much brighter inside. Lou settled down at an internet café to blog whilst I headed off to a popular lunchtime bakers. After trying to say “thin, atun, tuna, poisson and pesce” I eventually mimed a fish before getting tuna sandwiches. A crazy… Read More »