Full of good intentions and bravado, I cycled to Plums on Saturday. Everso gently uphill for most of the way, comfortably clouded and a mere 17km, I’m pleased to say that I made it. I must have looked quite a sight on arrival, judging by peoples comments when I fell through the door at the other end. I had soon, however, recovered enough, to detail, hill by hill, slope by slope, the highlights and twists and turns of my journey.
A pleasant evening of moules marinier and white wine followed. Not to mention aching legs and a need to sit down very gingerly.
I was accompanied on my return stretch by Plum on her newly acquired bike. The pace was a bit slower and steadier. Having gone mostly uphill the day before, I had imagined that the return journey would be a freewheeling breeze…a gentle drop back into Lot et Garonne from the dizzy heights of the Gironde. But I was wrong…it seemed to be mostly uphill all the way back too….how does that work?
We even managed a smile for the camera…..or is that a grimace?
Filed under: Family life in France, Lot et Garonne, Travel Matters
