Thionville

The first day along the Moselle was warm and relaxing. In the most part.

I set off later than planned as the next campsite didn't open until four. After a few turns I found the river path and rolled on. The river and canal run through factories and power stations. 

All was plain sailing until my first 'route barree' of the holiday. I can't decide if the frequency of these is a uniquely French thing but it feels like I encounter them on every ride. 

I followed the diversion around and back to the river. Meeting another cyclist I explained about the diversion and we chatted for a bit. I was confused when he asked me if I wanted to go off the path and for a walk in the woods because they are pretty. When he started talking about massages I bade him goodbye.  He might have been totally innocent in his suggestions but I'm not sure he'd have been making them to a bloke. 

That whole encounter annoyed me. To be clear I didn't feel threatened, the path is busy and he accepted my response but it still played on my mind for a while. I know it's not all men but it's always some. 

The rest of the ride was uneventful. Despite my best efforts, with lots of stops for road snacks and drinks, I arrived at the campsite by two and settled down to wait for the reception to open. I emailed yesterday to ask if they ever open early, they certainly don't. 

Just as I sat down I shot back up. Something with a bit of oomph behind it bit my armpit!  I'm fairly sure it was a spider that I grabbed and threw away, probably annoyed I'd put my arm back down on top of it. The bite stung and blistered but seems to have calmed down. That annoyed me too, a spider bite and no super powers?  Not fair! 

Finally the reception opened and I checked in. I pitched up then set about planning the next couple of legs. It was only then that I realised it was Saturday. So tomorrow is Sunday. I'd have enough food for tea but nothing for throughout the day and the shops would be closed. 

Rather than going by bike I wandered along to the supermarket by foot, enjoying a look around when it was a little cooler. Now I'm back. I've had a very nice tea and I'm about to settle down with my book and a box of Chipsters. Forget the wine and cheese, they're my favourite French treat.