HOT, HOT, HOT
I was woken this morning by the kids in the next tent, who seemed to think that 6 in the morning was an acceptable time to start crying. I couldn’t get hack to sleep, so spent a while reading – there was no point in getting going as any bike shop in town wouldn’t open until 9.
At 9 I was the first in the door at the tourist office, asking for a local bike shop. No luck – many french shops don’t open on a Monday, and all the bike shops in the city held to this truth. So I decided to press on, resolving to make the fix when the wheel got further out of true. It was scorching today, peaking at 37 degrees just after lunch. I think the heat made the landscape look more arid than it was – to what were golden fields yesterday were dry brown, lifeless, patches today. It became more hilly as the day went on and the roman-style road going arrow straight over every obstacle made for some steep climbs.
It was a great ride despite the heat, and I made good progress, reaching the Loire valley after 110 miles. There were quite a few other cyclists at the campsite, and I spent the evening talking to a couple of them, whilst munching on some prunes donated by a Dutch couple.