We thought cycling 95 kms yesterday was a good idea at the time. This morning everything hurt. We didn’t want to get out of bed but the sun was turning our tent into a little oven. We crawled out about 9am and were away from camp at 10.50am. Not bad for us.

We found some wonderful country lanes. We cycled past a bunch of frogs croaking the word “bike” in their little froggy accents. We weren’t sure why french frogs would say bike instead of velo but Mike reckons they were probably at school and practising their English. I agreed.

Another stunning day and warm too.  We stopped in carterten and grabbed a baguette and tuna for lunch. The aftenoon was a struggle. Everything hurt and I had no energy. We stopped after only 40 kms in grand camp maisy.

We went out for dinner and I had my much craved moules frites for starter. Then duck with mashed potato on top and creme brule for desert. Mike had pizza.

It rained in the night.