Leaving Mont St Michel, I can see why 8,000 people a day visit it . Morning mist enhances its other s
Worldliness maybe something between Harry Potter and sleeping beauty . Cycling long distances for me reduces everything to simple matters, how far today , how is my bike , where do we turn left , have I got enough water . Very prescient today as it’s a scorcher . What a surprise as we leave Pontrosson to see our new friends Leslie and Jonathan. They are 20 years our junior. They gradually pull away , it seems very easy to follow the book from one D number to the next . Calamity we take the wrong D road and meet our friends doubling back ! Then I have a mechanical with my pannier rack . All fixed with a luggage tie . Rolling French countryside with fecund farms is the order of the day . Water becomes the issue , no fountains or running streams. I steal into two farmhouses to find taps . Ceri navigates beautifully for us . I adopt her modus operandi of not knowing how far to go . She shepherds me well as I am flagging and demand frequent rests in the shade , she readily agrees. Vitre finally comes into view . I am desperate for a beer . Pasta and bed to sleep at 9.30 . A truly lovely day but very hot
Ceri and Neil's blogs (including Ceri's oesophagectomy) 