getting lost and getting sunburnt

And here is the penultimate post for the blog - contain your sorrow, there's still one installment coming tomorrow morning.....


Currently sitting in the hot evening air having a glass of wine suffering possibly from sunstroke - yes, dear reader, I have arrived at saint jacut de la mer.

It's pretty lush, check out the all action snap i managed to take whilst cycling here. This was just before I bowed to temptation and went for an instinct detour.... I had left Dinan mid morning and it was roasting. Having made my way fairly easily onto the right road to saint jacut I realised I had gone pretty far down the Gaussian curve and set myself a pretty quick ride.

Thus when I saw one of these on the side of the road, I decided to follow it in earnest, even though it felt like it was the wrong way.

These signs have been scattered around throughout the trip - basically France lends itself to cycling, they make a big effort to create scenic routes for your enjoyment and they are all signposted with these green bikes - there have been several times I have spotted one and instinctively wanted to follow it... this time I did!!!!

It's a bit like the capital ring walk - basically a massive walk all the way around London that you can do bits of if you fancy - for people who live in stokey, look at the lamppost at the junction of church street and stokie high street, you will see the green man sign.

I have attempted twice to follow the green man signs with my good friend sarah davies - once not massively sucessfully, the latter time, a week before my trip, we did rather well out of him. Hence my confidence that it would be the same here and if I followed the little green bikes it would all work out.

It didn't - I got lost and was halfway on the way back to Dinan when I consulted the map, cursed the green bike signs and found my way back. To here:

random hotel in saint jacut, only one here. It was still roasting so I headed straight for the beech, the sea was still freezing but I got in there and finally went for a swim. Then had a massive sleep on the beach, got a sunburnt back, found an old copy of the Times at the hotel, knocked off the killer sudoku, the classic sudoku and the codeword before heading out for a massive dinner of seafood, cheese and pasta. Lovely!!!!


Also picked up this - not an amazing novel but now I am hooked and am defo going to make sdw read this

when I get back so she can tell me, in her professional literary opinion if I have missed the point......

from combourg to dinan

yes, yes, yes this post is unbearably late - I have left you all in a void of suspense without an update for more than 24 hours - what can possibly have happened??? Death, romance, eloping?????

Sorry, none of those things, just a lack of wifi - or weefee as they say here.

I did write my posts on time, so here goes:


Dinan - possibly my favorite place on the whole trip - I left late from Combourg in the morning and proceeded to get massively caught in the rain on the way to Dinan. No matter, it was only spitting and it was very humid so it made quite a nice refreshing change.

Stopped off, as planned at Saint Suliac for lunch - it was as pretty as promised, sea, sand, small cottages, a random virgin statue in a mini shrine on a mountain:

Also managed to get a little bit lost but not too badly - obviously I have made up bike trip rules for myself and one of these is that if I get lost, I have to detour back to the route on my map, even if I happen to have ended up on a road that takes me closer to where I want to get to.

My luck was in whilst following this rule for the latter part of the ride - it was chucking it down, so much so that I had to have my shades on to see - must have looked like a bit of an idiot wearing shades in the pouring rain but needs must - I can't see properly if i'm squinting against the rain.

Turned out that the route I had chosen for myself was actually a great cycle and walking only path right along the river into Dinan - the rain cleared up, there were loads of fishermen, it was quiet and beautiful - result!!! Not such a result that Dinan is massively cobbled and massively hilly - cobbles + hills is more than my road bike could deal with so I had to push all the way up the Rue Jerusalim (found out later this is the most famous road in Dinan).

Got to my charming digs, above a pub, showered, changed and headed straight off on the walking tour of the ramparts - the brochure the lady at the hotel gave me had two walking tours: old town and ramparts> I plumped for the latter as I figured I had already seen some of the old town and each tour was two hours so I could only squeeze one in before dinner.

Two hours my eye - after a mere hour I had finihsed the ramparts tour and set off on the old town tour - much to my delight this included several vintage shops!!!!! very well behaved, didn't buy anything, I think my frame and bags will crack if I try to cram more in.......

Dinan is very touristy but that's fine because it's sooooo cute and prettty:


Stopped off at the hotel for a G&T (please note the wonderful conical flask-esque glass, this would make a great gift for any chemist) before heading to a cute restaurant on the river for, at last, moules!!!! So many I could not finish the whole pot!!!!

flies in my suit on wednesday and today's (Friday's) journey

yes, dear reader, in an effort to keep this blog less confusing and up to date (only one day to go!!!! phew!!!) I am posting about what happened on the day before yesterday's trip and what I am doing today. I realise I have been a whole day behind for this whole blog but ho hum what can you do.....

Anyways, what happened on Wednesday - seems so long ago I can barely remember it!! Ah yes, I recall - I woke up in the lovely farmhouse, had the usual french breakfast - always seems as if they cut up an entire baguette and put it in a basket with some home made jam, plus a croissant - too much bread, and then headed off towards Combourg.

It was a pretty blustery day and has made me realise that whilst cycling in the rain is never a joy, it's much more preferable than cycling in a strong head wind - imagine me, dear reader if you will, struggling up a hill in rural france, crunching down to the lowest gear possible (I managed to use the lowest gears several times) only to reach the apex, try to tumble down the other side but find it impossible due to the wind - it was that strong that I could not get any speed up. There were moments when I was pleading, out loud, to the wind to stop - that's how bad it got.....

I also had to use a bit of instinct at certain times going through towns where the map was just not detailed enough - one such incident took me towards a motorway junction- I tell you, it was pretty terrifying, I thought I was going to end up actually on the motorway, it's really hard to tell whether there's an alternative to going down a slip road.... here I am contemplating my options whilst at one such junction....

And just when I got past all these massive junctions back onto the rural roads that I am getting to know and love, something else happened - I could hear a fly buzzing really loudly by my ear and went to swat it away - only to discover that it had actually found its way up my sleve and into my top. I pulled over obviously in a massive panic that it was going to eat me or something and the buzzing stopped - I assumed it had gotten out and ran my hand over my right shoulder just to check - I touched a lump and the buzzing started again - it was still stuck in there - cue much tugging of top to try and get it out to no avail - after a minute of this torture, there was only one thing for it, yes, dear reader you are correct, I had to take my top off whilst on the side of a french road. I think at least one car went by, if not two but the fly was out.

The rest of the day was plain sailing after that, I can tell you!!!!! The "ball pit" I was hoping for turned out to be just a lake but you could cycle all the way round and swim in it where there was a little man made beach - another non-swim due to coldness for me i'm afraid but I did get my toes in.....

Arrived at my nice little hotel on the lake in comnbourg, quick outfit change and then straight to the chateau - after yesterday's amazing gardens I am now big into the chateaus - check this one out, it was massive

Got to go inside although no snaps allowed i'm afraid so you will just have to look at the one above and imagine lots of rooms with old furniture - it was the home of Chateaubriand, the writer, and there were loads of interesting relics from when he was there - letters, seals, passport from when he was in the uk embassy. the tour guide was also amazing - she was speaking in french but kept telling all these ghost stories for the kids and screaming really loudly at various points in time - quite amusing if you have no idea what they are in relation to.

We also got to see the mummified remains of a cat (Look away now cat fans!!!!) - apparently it was custom to concrete a black cat, still alive, into the walls of a chateau to keep the bad spirits away - pooooooooor kitties, I don't think there was a provision of Whiskers left each day for them.....

Had a massive dinner and a massive sleep before heading off for Dinan, where I am now, sat in a sunny square writing and just about to head off on today's ride - again, getting shorter, as Rod rightly pointed out, down the slope of the Gaussian curve......

Today is my second to last ride, back up to the coast to a place called Saint Jacut de la mer - looks lush and I am hoping it will be hot and i can finally get the courage up to swim!!!!!!!!

today's (Thursday) journey

Gosh, getting spent to the max with all this blogging - so here's a standard, yawnsome post about today - fairly long ride again, making a detour to stop at saint sueliac for lunch - apparently it's the prettiest village in the region - and also passing through saint helen!!!!

garden action and an encounter with some french people

Just about catching up now if I can get a post done about my fun times on Tuesday.

I hung around at the hostel for ages as it was raining loads that morning. The sweet receptionist said it was fine for me to stay as long as I wanted and have as much tea as I wanted. She did warn me that the rain was due to continue all day.

It was working pretty well actually because I was not due to check into La Bouexerie until 1800 anyway so a later start was good.

Finally circa 1130 it stopped so I got going sharpish. Actually that turned out to be the last of the rain so I was very pleased. Enough talk about weather - although as this is about cycling and the weather really does matter when riding, I think I'm allowed to talk about it a bit...

The cycling was great - tough uphills followed by bombing it downhill. It was so much fun that I would routinely find myself doing a massive "wooooooooooo!" out loud on a downhill. This was the view from early in the day, remained pretty much the same throughout - rural France:

I also managed to not use the phone but just the map - trying very hard to not rely on the phone map and just use the paper map.

I got to the forest I wanted to visit around lunchtime - the zip line tree fun play things were closed but the sign on their hut said they were open again at 1300 so I stopped by a beautiful lake for lunch:








Alas, soooooo gutted that the hut just didn't open and there would be no chance for me to enjoy the swings in the trees - I think I would make a special effort to come back just to go there - it just looked epic:

However, it was possibly for the best as I had a lot of ground to cover and would probably have been on the things for hours if they were open.

The route took me actually through the forest for ages - and part way through I saw a deer in the middle of the road just hanging out. Tried to capture this magic bambi moment but the deer seemed to get frightened and ran off - strange, I am so good with animals, normally they flock to me as if I were doctor Doolittle.....

Then I got a tiny bit lost but bumped, almost literally into another brown sign telling me to go to a chateau.

I followed it and ended up here:
You couldn't go in the building but the gardens were open and the woman doing the door said the magic words - hedge maze. I love, love, love a good hedge maze so in I went.

She was telling me it had been remodelled to represent what an old style chateau garden might be like - I was expecting lots of toipery but it was so much more - this is probably one of the best places I have been so far.

She told me it had been designed with "13 surprises" to entertain the walker - I really enjoyed the idea of a "surprise" in a garden to keep you from getting bored.

There were indeed several amazing surprises - here's where I got really snap happy but I will only bore you with a couple of my favorites:

A window through the hedges into the adjacent garden.....










toipary (spelling, no idea!!!!):

A THEATRE - made of hedges - they actually stage shows and concerts here!!!! There were four wings and also several boxes - you can't really see from the snaps but the stage is raised slightly as well.

 And of course the maze- this is the signpost and also the outside of the maze - it was pretty big and quite dark and menacing inside.


Felt a bit like being some sort of fairytale heroine whilst wandering around the whole thing - minus the swishing hair and dress (I did not get changed to visit this garden.....).

Finished off the visit with a cup of coffee sitting staring at the other bit of the garden (the bit where there were no surprises, it was just massively chopped to perfection) and feeling pretty lucky that i'd followed a brown sign - who knew I was so into gardens??!?!??!

Anyway, enough happy snapping - on with the trip.

Again more hills and countryside - I was proper pacing it now so I could get to my digs on time. At one point, I had to stop and stuff a load of blueberries into my mouth as I was knackered and felt as if I had not eaten for days. Bumped into an old french man on a bike - we had a chat of sorts, although he spoke zero english.

I think we were talking about age and I think he said he was 76 - I also think he was telling me there was an english man who was 89 who lived on a farm to the right and that I should visit - he just kept pointing at the map, waving his arms and yelling "tournez a droit!!!!!". He then told me I had very good french!!! hahahhahaha.

I finally arrived at my lovely, lovely house for the night - a huge french farmhouse - and met my host. There was another english family staying at one of the gites next door and we chatted in the pool - very sweet kids, just doing gcse's - massively puzzled by the fact I was cycling on my own.

The room was just what the doctor ordered - homely, spacious and a bath - my back was very happy with the bath.

Then I had my first french dinner party experience - me, some old dude who lives in house (but is not a relative) and the husband and wife - food was amazing, vegetables!!!! I've missed having veg!!!! the conversation was tricky to follow to say the least but I managed to get across where I'd been and where I was going, I think I might have told them I was an engineer by accident..... hmmmmm. I was mildly drunk by this point in time as they kept giving me wines and ports......

slept so well and had delicious breakfast - loving the way the french eat, a meal is always a real occasion for them.

today's (wednesday) journey - ball pit in the forest???

after yesterday, I think today will only be a disappointment - it was so much fun and such a long ride!! However, I have already scoped the map and there is a chateau in the place I am heading to and in one of the forests, there appears to be a ball pit - is it ok for an adult to go in the ball pit? I think I will ride past it and see if anyone is around - if not, I will jump on in. I also suspect that google translate may have got this one a bit wrong as it sounds unlikely but who knows - may be the french love ball pits....

Legs seem to be holding up fine - had a bit of a left knee issue the day before yesterday but a bit of "on the road seat adjustment" action seems to have completely solved that. Felt like such a pro pulling over and whipping out my repair kit - granted it was just for seat readjustment but still, I think I probably looked highly professional to anyone passing.

I have also got much more used to using the drop bit of my drop handlebars - perfect for bombing down those hills (when the downhills actually materialise!!! I have this really stupid black spot that makes me think if I'm going down the map then it will be down hill - must pay more attention to those contor lines......).

And here at last is the picture you've all been waiting for - this is what I look like for most of the day, every day.

Cycling gear is hot......

a tardy post (or two)

ok, ok so these post are getting well retrospective now - what can I say, yesterday I was eating dinner with a french family until late and their internet connection seemed to conk out.

However, I will try and catch up on the posting - starting with this, an account of the day before yesterday (just pretend I wrote it last night and then it all makes sense).


Let me just say though, yesterday I had my best so far - stopping off at another brown sign that turned out to be a real winner and also hanging out in a forest. The best part of all was the cycling - it was really hard, up and down loads of hills for hours but the countryside was stunning and the sun was out and it felt really good. more on those later (will write that up tonight) on though. for now, le mont saint michel.



I arrived at my hostel after around 3 hours of riding in the morning - it was mainly along the coastline through various small french villages and towns. there were no events to speak of apart from my stop off at the little chuch which I mentioned in relation to the brown signs in the previous post.I must admit I am enjoying having little stop offs - it makes the ride much more leisurly and less achy on the legs.
The hostel was very cute - looked like it was possibly made of ginger bread.

 I think there was just one other person staying in the whole place which made it a bit spooky at times but meant i had my own room and bathroom. bargain.

After dropping off my stuff and having a quick shower, I headed off for the biggest tourist attraction that the region seems to have on offer - le mont saint michel. I'm not religious but a big old island with a church built on it and the chance to shop souviners to my heart's content was enough to get me going. Added to this was that the receptionist explained to me there was a cycle route all the way there. No cars = no helmet riding!! No helmet and no panniers = amazing!! I even went for a non-cycle gear outfit:

It was a lovely ride, following the river all the way there. The mont itself was built by some french dude who had a dream a few times in which saint michel told him to build it. It used to be a place for pilgrims to go but now it's mainly a tourist trap, apart from the small religious community who still live in the monestry.

Personllay I thought it was stunning but I didn't particularly enjoy it because it was way too crowded - imagine being in one of those queues at Alton Towers that's about five people thick and seems to go on forever, shuffling at a snail's pace - that's what it's like to wander round the mont - you cannot move freely. Obvioulsy I went to all the museums as I was there, with a view to finding out a bit of history of the place - alas, my French does not extend far enough to understand lessons on building monts for saints so I had to buy a book.

One of the bits I did like was a collection of old astrology books in one of the museums - who knew they loved horoscopes as much as I do and used them to predict if your lovelife would be up to scratch!!!

After wandering round for a few hours I headed back to the hostel via one of those huge hypermarkets - decided it was time to cook my own dinner. Also the hostel had as much "make and drink your own tea" as I could handle - I had a lot of tea and finished off the newspaper.

So a pretty standard day all round - cycling in the morning, tourist stuff in the afternoon, early night.



Just one other thing that was pretty hot on the way back - I passed what looked and sounded like a horse racing track and sure enough, there were horses racing round - but there were no jockeys, just carts with young boys in them:

Thus far, I am loving the trip, really enjoying exercising for several hours a day. Obviously I am already vowing I will keep up this amount of exercise when I get back but not massively convinced that will happen........

contingency planning for rain -today's (tuesday's) ride

It's raining. not drizzle or a passing storm - proper English chucking it down. I have no contingency plan for rain, it's just a plan of get wet.

The lovely, lovely people at the Pleine Fougeres hostel have said I can hang around here for a bit and wait for it to clear up, which is very kind of them - fingers crossed, for two reasons:

firstly, today is probably my longest ride, around 45-50km I would guess, you can try and work it out from, yes, you've guessed it, one of my amazing maps. you can't even really see the starting point:

Secondly, I've just been looking at places to stop off as I am not due to check into la ferme gourmand until 1800 and I found this - basically a massive load of zip lines, vine swings and high walkways to play on in a nearby forest - I already emailed them in my excitement to see if they were open in this wether - they said to call back at 1100 and check if they would be open later - if they are, I am THERE!!!!!

If not, I think I will just have to brave the rain and get to the end destination and jump in their pool or something. If I don't drown.....

I might also look for some brown signs along the way - this is another thing I have experienced whilst travelling - stopping off at the brown sign - brown, the universal colour of "something interesting this way". why pick that colour??? In fact yesterday I stopped off at one of these signs:

Obviously I could not really understand what it said but it led to a cute,little, old chuch by the sea. A nice worthwhile detour - so thanks for that brown sign.

Here's what the church looked like, if you're into this sort of thing:


The sign also got me wondering - why are these signs brown?? My first random thought was that perhaps it corresponded to snooker in some way - the more common the sign colour, the fewer points in snooker - for example, you see a lot of red and white signs (red = 1 point) and a lot of white and blue etc etc... Brown is therefore more rare and more special.

Which of course got me off signs and onto snooker - who decided which colours shoud correspond to which number of points - why is pink so special (apart from you rarely see pink roadsigns - may be road sign frequency defined snooker ball points??? - This is turning into a massive tangent!!!!).

I went to google to find out and even the internet doesn't know - the only answer I found, in the Independent, did not say why the colours and points are as they are:

Why are snooker balls the colours they are?
In 1875, Neville Bowes Chamberlain and his fellow army officers at Jubbulpore in India sought to add some variety to the game of Black Pool by adding additional colours. Black Pool, primarily a potting game, was played with a white cue ball, 15 reds and a black. Chamberlain and his colleagues added three extra colours, yellow, green and pink. Brown and blue followed later. - J Langton, Sefton, Merseyside.

Then I started wondering if it was chemistry related and if the mass of the balls got molecularly heavier as the points ascended - then I realised I was being a bit of a goon so I stopped.

It's also stopped raining - which means I am scooting off to try my luck at the zip line park!!!
If anyone has the snooker ball answer, please put me out of my misery.

cancale - a bivalve enthusiasts dream

Just sat relaxing in hostel number two, having made myself a delicious high carb feast. After today I think I will need the energy. The riding was HARD but loads of fun.

I seem to be doing this blog in a retro fashion so you will have to wait until tomorrow to hear about today, if that makes sense. It's only 2105 here but I'm already getting ready for bed - that's what physical exercise does to those of us who are not olympians.....

Anyway, Cancale - what can I tell you. I liked it more than saint malo - it's smaller, there's just one main street on the sea front and more butterflies than a Damien Hurst exhibit. Seriously they were everywhere - felt like being in a perfume ad - only slightly less glamorous - running trainers never look great with a dress but are essential footwear for costal hikes.

There were also loads of really pretty sailing boats - this one was one of my favorites, captured on my long walk into town:

I also really liked the fact that they had made such a nice costal trail so you could walk all the way from one place to the other.


This is one of the best snaps I got of the view from the trail - pretty pretty I think:

What was not quite so pretty was my "handbag" -  I didn't bring an actual handbag as there was limited space (I only have about two outfits..... they're already feeling a bit spent so I may come back with a lot of stripey breton tops - they are actually everywhere, it's not just a fashion thing, people in Brittany love stripes!!!) so I have had to make do with carrying my bare essentials in a black plastic bag. It's one of those small ones they give you in London when selling you alcohol. It's making me look, together with the trainers, a bit like a homeless person, which is not great for getting into restaurants!!!!

Speaking of which, if you like bivalves or crustaceans then Cancale is the place for you - they're everywhere - I've seen about 1,000,0000 signs saying "huitres" or oysters for those non-french speakers (yes, i can't really speak french either but because i've seen it so much, i've added huitres to my limited vocab) and also for cockles, mussles and whelks. what a delicious combo of seafood. There were many diners armed with those special cracker tools gauging on obscene seafood platters - I did partake of the oysters yet again, from one of these stalls that lined the beach:




 It was a couple of euros for a big plateful, some lemon and a bit of that onion stuff in vinegar. delicious.

Oyster shells also littered the beach and some people were collecting them up - I think they must have worked in the random shop I passed selling shells that had been rainbow painted.







Seriously about to pass out now so signing off. If you are craving for more French anecdotes and wonder then check out the classic farmhouse I am staying in tomorrow - I have also booked there for dinner as the owners also offer lessons in gourmet French cooking (and there's a heated pool!!! Swimming at last!!!):
http://www.fermegourmande.com/accueil.html

today's journey (monday that is)

God morning dear readers! Here is a mini delight for you as you spring out of bed directly into a chair in front of your computer to speed login and find out what I am up to.Or as you reach 10am on a Monday at work and look for a two minute distraction.....

The route today is about twice as long as the one yesterday. However, due to some improvised pilates moves my legs are feeling ok. Bit nervous about how they will feel later and what the weather will do today but you will have to wait on the edge of your seat for the lowdown on those two factors. The day after is longer again as I have increased the length each day until the last couple, when distance diminishes again - it's basically like the probability distribution of an s-orbital for those of you who enjoy a bit of chemistry (Kieran).

Today I go from one hostel to the next (loving the hosteling by the way - it's SO cheap and the places are lovely) - the next being in Pleine Fougeres, which you can just about see on this map:

I'm hoping to get to the hostel before midday as I need to leave my bags there before heading off to le mont. I really hope they let me shower or at least get changed somewhere as I'm not sure parading round one of the most popular tourist attractions in this part of France in my cycling gear is the optimum outfit choice.

I will post some snaps of me in said gear, I promise. I realise that whilst this blog is about cycling I have yet to post a single picture of my bike. I tell you, it does exist, I am not actually just jumping on the TGV each time, you will get to see it in one of the next couple of posts.

Meanwhile, I thought I would share a little teaser of just the cycling top - it's pink and black but the most enjoyable feature (perhaps not the right descriptive word...) is the built in bum bag that means you can carry your essentials in your top so they are handy at any moment.I selected map, mobile (a new one for me - usually it's off when on hols but in towns the GPS is proving very useful!!) and camera - so I can check where I am going easily and capture those special holiday moments in an instant.

Pretty attractive nes pas??? Now you fully appreciate why I have to get going so I can change before sight seeing!!!!!

commenting is now free!!!

I have now figured out how to change the settings so you, my thousands of readers and disciples, may post away musings of your own below each of my joyously crafted posts. Or just point out what spelling mistakes I have made. seriously. I am aware spelling is not my forte, despite the copious amounts of scrabble.

Speaking of scrabble, I am now in Cancale in a rather fabulous hostel that looks like this....

....and has a table in the bar that looks like this:

I want one of these for my house!!!!! If anyone wants to make one for me then that would be much appreciated.

Now, what have I been up to you ask yourself I am sure. Probably...

Well, today I actually did some riding, which was really fun but a lot more up and downhill than I was expecting. Glad I fitted that water bottle holder or else I might have actually set on sweaty fire!!! Nice.


Last night I explored Saint Malo. What can I tell you about the place? It's very, very pretty, there's a really small old town that was about a 40 minute walk away along the beach, that's all walled off. Inside the walls, it's fairly typical French tourist fare. Interpretive street dancing (complete with girls who look a bit like the European version of  TOWIE), jazz bars and lots of restaurants that serve great food at a cheap price.

Oysters are the speciality of the region and I had my first load last night:

YUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!!

I also learnt that there are a lot of drunk teenagers who come to the beach to hang out and try and pull when it gets dark - no, I stayed well away from them, before anyone makes any Mrs Robinson assumptions of any kind. I think I spotted German accents as well as French and there were loads of people randomly wearing orange so perhaps a few Dutch????

I managed to tell a joke as well, in french, to a drunk man. I say joke, it was more of a random put down:

Him: bonsoir madame, fnkajf jkdjakgj makjkwejfja  (Some french words that I didn't really understand, but the insinuation was that it was a proposition - that's my interpretation obviously!!).
Me: desole, je nes parle pas le francais.

No idea about the spelling of that and as I was saying it I was wondering if I was putting the verb in the right place as you do but you get the idea. I said I can't speak French, in French. hahahaha hmmmmmm.... ok may be it would have been better to break into "I don't speak French" by Girls Aloud whilst doing a siganture dance move.....

Moving on....

This morning, as I said, about five times, I journeyed to Cancale. The fun thing about the bike is that I can just stop wherever I fancy. I spotted a sign to "Les Rochers sculptes" and followed it to some eroded cliffs where an artist had fashioned faces into the rock. There were quite a few of them, some sinister, some who looked a bit more chirpy and they were all pretty impressive. I read here that it took about 25 years to make them!!! check them out:



I also found a sort of secret beach. I suspect some of you reading will have been travelling buddies of mine at some point in time and we all know that looking for secret beaches is one of the best things to do whilst on a trip. It was pretty well sign posted but rather deserted so that's why it's sort of rather than actual secret. Just as well there were not too many people around - whilst I planned for the eventuality of secret beach action by wearing the top of my bikini under my cycling gear, you are not supposed to wear anything under your cycling shorts. Cue a Mr Bean esque moment of trying to get said shorts off and bikini bottoms on without ruining anyone's morning sunbathe!!! It took a good ten minutes to make the changeover whilst avoiding a flashing situation but here I am, fully swimsuited, getting ready to run into the sea with absolute abandon - cycling is making me feel so free and at one with nature.....

.... apart from that it was FREEZING and I hastily retreated to the beach to hang about for a bit before getting back on the road. Too cold!!! I like a secret beach but not an ice bath.



I have since been for a little wander from the hostel to another beach and yes, the water there was no warmer and yes, I wussed out again and did not go swimming, even though there were loads of other people who seem to have wet suit style skin who can manage it.
Anyways, time for a nice long coastal walk into the main town - apparently it's a good 1.5 hours so that should help me work up an appetite for more seafood.

Finally, here I am, typing this blog - weird:

Actual, proper, cycling

Today's the day that I actually do some proper riding. It's already about 1000 degrees outside or something thereabouts so it will be interesting to see how I fare.

Occured to me that I've not actually explained where I am or where I am going so here's some rubbish pictures that will explain that and all of the amazing preparation I have made for this ride around France (ok technically it's a ride around a very, very, very tiny bit of France).

Overall route - if you can spot them, places I stop are numbered 1 - 8. It's costal riding and then rural france and then coast again, starting and ending in Saint Malo, where the ferry comes into.

Then it's:
Cancale (tonight)
Pleine-Fougeres (with a trip out to le mont saint michel)
La Bouexiere (no idea why I selected this tiny French village but there you go)
Combourg
Dinan (with a stop off at Saint Suellac and Saint Helen!!!!)
Saint Jacut de la Mer
Saint Malo (with a stop off in Dinard for a bit of a sail)

I've obviously learnt from my london to Brighton experience and made sure I packed emergency rations/energy bars in the form of an eight pack of trackers:

Yes you are correct there are only four in that picutre and yes you would be right in thinking that's because I have eaten half of them already. They are really tasty and I had a lot of emergency chocolate cravings on the trip over (one at work on Friday afternoon after purchasing the rations, one on the train to Poole and two on the ferrys over to Saint Malo) so it was impossible not to!! As luck would have it, I spied a Carre Fourre on my way to the hotel yesterday so will be popping in to top up the quota.

Also, as I have learnt from travelling solo, it's always good to have things to read so that you can entertain yourself. I have got with me quite a pretentious load of literature. Just look at it:

It basically says "yeah, I'm into Russian Literature whilst being interested in current affiars ("right on" newspaper - but it was Saturday's so I have all the supplements too!) and economics, oh and did I mention that I'm learning how to dive whilst on a cycling trip in France?".

I am very embarrassed to share this selection but there you go.




Righto - off to read the Economist on the beach. here's a bit of a better map that hopefully shows where i will be travelling in around one hour's time. toodalooo!!!