The Journey So Far

I set off from Edinburgh a couple of days ago via the Sleeper. I was hopeful untill the very last minute that I would have a roomy sleep with no one in the seat opposite. Unfortunately this was not to be and I speat the night knee to knee with a confused tourist. 

To London the next day.  Lovely sunshine but murmurings that the wrong kind of heat had caused train disruption. Rather than fall foul of the weather I meandered through the city to Waterloo, surprised by all the places I passed.

An easy hop onto the train and a more frantic descent off - the lack of sleep caught up with me. I went into town, had something to eat then went off to explore. Exploring done and the heat heating up I found a nice park and settled in. I did a bit of knitting, read and generally relaxed. At 4 I headed for the port and at 6 boarded the ferry. 

Talking to other cyclists we had the usual chat about bikes and routes followed by, don't you have a lots of luggage. Yes. But a lot of it is knitting. 

I'm now a seasoned pro at this touring
malarky and there are certain givens. One is that you always have 'essentials'. The look of horror that crossed my face when one bloke says he didn't have cable ties...it must have struck a cord. He mentioned it disembarking the next day. 

The ferry trip was as eventful as ferry trips filled with sleep are want to be. After tea I hit the hay and woke up ready for the road the next day. 

First off the ferry and first into the rain. Cagouled up I set off of my merry way. I passed a site I stayed at a few years ago. I'm not sure why but, I remember being in a really bad mood (it's not a great site and looked almost empty as I passed. It's not even in a good location. Goodness knows why I stayed there at all).

The night on the train and a bit of a twist hanging up my bike have left me with rather a rickety back so climbs were a bit of a pain. Literally. Luckily there weren't many. I stopped in Cancal for coffee sheltering (as was everyone else) from another monster downpour. 

After that it was straight on to Mt St Michel. I'm not sure exactly what route I took for the last 20k but, it was a lovely series of voies vertes (bike paths) that were almost in the right direction. 

Now I'm here. It's lovely. It's sunny. I'm making friends with the local chaffinch, and all is right with the world.