This is Felix. He was along for the ride with us as a passenger for the last few months of our trip.
He’s an adventurous little chap, and his Mum is an absolute boss. He’s already travelled thousands of miles on two wheels, crossed the Alps, climbed mountains, wild camped and even had a few hours on skis. We’re looking forward to him taking us along for the next big adventure!
Oh, and Clare’s beer was alcohol-free. Cheers!
June 23rd & 24th. 52km
Neither of us slept particularly well in Dieppe. So many thoughts running through our heads about the end of our trip, returning to England and a building excitement about seeing friends and family again. We’d had a great evening and a good dinner in a restaurant by the harbour, making the most of our last meal in France. The ferry was at 11:00 o’clock the next morning, we were awake with plenty of time, unfortunately with grey skies outside the window. First job was a run down to the boulangerie for fresh croissants for brekkie, before packing up to leave. Our panniers were light as we’d chucked out a load of stuff – cooking oil, our dirty travel towels, holey socks and lots of other random bits and pieces that we didn’t need and weren’t nostalgic about. We did replace that weight on the way to the ferry with a couple of bottles of French wine and some saucisson to take home with us. We crossed the bridge and rode around the harbour to get to the ferry port, and were soon boarding the boat which was to take us over to Newhaven.
June 16th to 22nd. 245km
Before leaving Arromanches we went for a walk on the beach at low tide. The sea had retreated to reveal more of the pontoons from the Mulberry harbour that was set up there to land many of the troops and supplies for the D-Day landings. In the setting sun it was a beautiful sight and very hard to imagine how things would have been in the same place 73 years previously. For the next couple of days we were riding along the beaches where the Allied landings took place. The many flags, monuments and museums reminded us that they weren’t just big sandy beaches with people swimming and sunbathing, but an important part of Europe’s history.
June 7th to 15th. 382km
Our night in a hotel turned out not to be as restful as we hoped. The bar over the road was pumping out the tunes until about 3 in the morning, so we didn’t sleep too well. I suppose that’s what we get by going for the cheapest room in town on booking.com, I far prefer a nice quiet forest! Leaving St Nazaire, we left the ocean and headed north, past the airport and Airbus plant, avoiding the big bridge. More by luck than any real planning, once we were away from the centre, we joined a path running next to a disused railway line. This gave us a flat and traffic free ride for about 20km, until it got a bit overgrown and we headed back onto the roads. We were up into rural Brittany now, on very quiet farm roads, some paved, others dirt, but all very quiet, and easy to find a place to camp. We were early to bed and slept very well, both tired from the lack of sleep.
May 25th to June 6th. 540km
Leaving St Medard en Jalles we rolled straight back on to the cycle path heading towards Lacanau. It was an easy, but not exactly exciting ride, the path followed a dead straight line through thick pine forests pretty much all the way to the coast. Just before reaching the sea, we went around the Lac de Lacanau which had a public beach area which was super busy as it was a public holiday. It was a really warm day so we went for a paddle ourselves. We managed to wade out quite far as the lake seems to stay very shallow. From further out, we could see some much more secluded areas a little way around the lake shore, which looked perfect for camping. So we took the bikes down a sandy track about a kilometre away from the public beach and found a place to sit out in the early evening sun. The sun is setting really late now, and even after 8 o’clock, it was very hot in the direct sun. We rigged up a tarp with the tent poles to give us some shade and had some dinner.