Anyway, nothing much you can do about it is there? Off I went. Blistering heat as usual but again...
To tell you the truth I often like a good climb. When there are arrows on the map it fills me with dread then, you get to the top and feel great. Sweaty, tired but great. And they are usually not as bad as you think. I don't always make it without a rest or two but, if you felt the weight of my bike and gear I'm sure you'd understand.
When I arrived at Dieppe I decided to carry on to the site. I wasn't prepared for that one last horrendous climb (probably no worse than others) and didn't feel great satisfaction etc. when I miraculously reached the top.
But I got to the site. It's a little out of the way and until I realised the day (pizza day) I was concerned for my belly. Once that panic was over I set up my tent by the river (its a fishing friendly site with a special sink for cleaning your catch) and showered. The shower was cold and I was boiling but the relief was short lived. There was however a pool. I don't have a cossie with me but after getting fairly wet sitting on the edge in my shorts I gave up and got in.
Gallery
First sight of the sea
That implies one heck of a climb
I think we covered my height dislike last year? Deep breaths aplenty as the squeaky car took me up the cliffs. The trouble was there was nowhere safe to look. Every which way reminded you where you were and at what angle.
The top
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