Half way to Basel – and another early start. It takes a good hour of faffing around, and off we set (a faff has now been renamed “Doing a Basel”). The first part of the cycle tour was along the industrial D2, a pretty busy road. We found out that cycling as an eleven is far too dangerous, and we split into two groups. Needless to say we have had some near misses, but this went one step further when a car clipped Stuart Watson. He was pretty shaken, but a plate of tongue for lunch, and he was good to go.
The afternoon was a civilised affair with a group trip to the Lac du Der. We only went because it´s a nudist beach, but, alas, no-one was there. Undeterred, Derek dropped his trolleys, and went for a swim starkers. The French fisherman was mused because his bait was bigger!
Arrival in Joinville involved a superb 2-mile decent ... but we have to cycle up the other side of the valley tomorrow. It “don´t get much better than this” a colleague was heard to say as we looked at day 5´s elevation. Polka dot Jersey time!
The afternoon was a civilised affair with a group trip to the Lac du Der. We only went because it´s a nudist beach, but, alas, no-one was there. Undeterred, Derek dropped his trolleys, and went for a swim starkers. The French fisherman was mused because his bait was bigger!
Arrival in Joinville involved a superb 2-mile decent ... but we have to cycle up the other side of the valley tomorrow. It “don´t get much better than this” a colleague was heard to say as we looked at day 5´s elevation. Polka dot Jersey time!
"The only way is up, baby, for you and me" sings Yazz Knowles
ReplyDeleteor...."ride ride ride your bike, gently up the hill....merrily merrily merrily merrily breathing's such a thrill." Hope day 6 is down hill.
ReplyDeleteThat's the wrong finger Peter!
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