I went to France. Made full use of the train to Portsmouth and back, Seacat crossing to Cherbourg, on which I failed to declare my bike, but was let on anyway without surcharge. I was going to stay with my remaining friend in Agon-Countainville, 55 miles down the west coast of Normandy.
The french have done something brilliant. They've graded the old railway lines with some E.U. money, and walkers, horse riders and cyclists all get along. http://www.af3v.org/CarteAF3V/carte-detaillee.html
38 miles of the route could have been off road, but I wanted some lunch, so headed for the beach bars for oysters and snails after 25. I passed three other cyclists and two farmers en route, and it was all heavenly.
Being on a dirt track meant avoiding the groups of grumpy french roadies who couldn't return a gallic "bonjour".
The routes are all flat, firm sand surface, and with enough road crossing/village interest to keep the sections undaunting. Despite the rain on Friday there were no puddles or muddy patches.
On Sunday, riding didn't seem so appealing. The first 10 miles back to the 'voie verte' were all up hill, and so I flounced, pre-bonk, to Carentan train station and got to Cherbourg for a long late lunch and the ferry.
83 miles in all. Not a lot, but my training over the winter didn't include riding further than a pub. Well happy.
I went to France. Made full use of the train to Portsmouth and back, Seacat crossing to Cherbourg, on which I failed to declare my bike, but was let on anyway without surcharge. I was going to stay with my remaining friend in Agon-Countainville, 55 miles down the west coast of Normandy.
The french have done something brilliant. They've graded the old railway lines with some E.U. money, and walkers, horse riders and cyclists all get along. http://www.af3v.org/CarteAF3V/carte-detaillee.html
38 miles of the route could have been off road, but I wanted some lunch, so headed for the beach bars for oysters and snails after 25. I passed three other cyclists and two farmers en route, and it was all heavenly.
Being on a dirt track meant avoiding the groups of grumpy french roadies who couldn't return a gallic "bonjour".
The routes are all flat, firm sand surface, and with enough road crossing/village interest to keep the sections undaunting. Despite the rain on Friday there were no puddles or muddy patches.
On Sunday, riding didn't seem so appealing. The first 10 miles back to the 'voie verte' were all up hill, and so I flounced, pre-bonk, to Carentan train station and got to Cherbourg for a long late lunch and the ferry.
83 miles in all. Not a lot, but my training over the winter didn't include riding further than a pub. Well happy.
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