The 4am alarm clock wasn’t pretty,
The final ride of the tour. I was a little sad to leave Moraix. Not least because the day began with nearly 1000ft climb
I have to admit to being a little the worse for wear awaking this morning. The six pints of 1664 and a late night had taken more toll than I’d realised
Leaving St Malo I decided to head for the shops. I’d only 48 miles planned for the day so figured I could hang around town until midday without impacting my schedule too much.
Waking up in Bayeaux on Sunday to find that the wind had dropped was a pleasure. Everything was quiet. And I do mean everything.
It was a slow start after a few too many beers in Caen, but after about five miles of flat cycle paths towards Ouisterham I’d shaken off the hangover.
This was the hardest morning of the ride so far. Setting off into pouring rain and driving wind, I was soaked within about five minutes of a big climb out of Fécamp
What a difference the wind makes. Today the wind has dropped significantly and swung around to the east.
65 miles of cold, rain and wind did not make for a happy cyclist when I rode into Le Treport.
Today was the first real cycling day of this trip. I thought I was being kind to myself and starting with a nice easy day. That turned out not to be the case.