The Jogler: Blois 1104

I shan't reccomend the site in Orleans. Stay in a hotel, stay over the river but, don't stay there. As the rain started a pouring I thought, it's ok. I'm safe in my tent. Nope. Water levels were that high that the entire site became a puddle, water just seeped up through the ground. I managed to keep most things dry through some quick evasive action and mainly luck but it did put me off my two night plan.

The next morning I got up and cycled into Orleans. I'd have breakfast and then make up my mind. Nothing much was open (Monday half day) so I had coffee and then brought some socks. On arrival here I found that they had turned my already bite strewn feet a delightful shade of pink.

When I got back at the site it was almost empty. I chatted to another cyclist and we agreed it was one of the worst places we'd stayed.

I packed up my muddy gear and headed this way. Despite the unfavourable wind directions I had a lovely ride. I could do without the bizzare cycling diversions (which although apparently for safety usually end up with the crossing the traffic twice rather than just cycling along with it) but the paths were pleasant and it was filled with wildlife. I saw a dragonfly as big as a bird.

Eventually I crossed over the river again into Chamboard. The smell of vineyards filled the air. I may well partake in a glass of the local wine, out of politeness you understand.

I'm camped in a quiet corner of the site tucked away behind a massive yew tree. The wind is blowing but there are no really ominous clouds on the horizon. Hopefully there will be no repeat of last night's flood.