So your probably getting a good picture of the both of us if your reading our blogs, correction my wife’s blog. I’ve been given permission to write my own on this occasion so here goes. So let’s get geeky and talk bikes, cycling, stat’s and naturally, cycling. My first road bike was a orange BSA Eddy Meyrcx 10 speed that I got at the tender age of 13, I used it for commuting to school and towing my surfboard with a home made cart. Living in Wales not many people knew who the
Tonight we treat ourselves by dining out in another little upmarket restaurant that Adrian has again recommended. (!!) With our table pre-booked for eight, we get ready to make our way over to Vaux-sur-Mer. I have made an effort to ‘posh-up’ (well apart from make-up) by wearing one of my new dresses, the moss green one with little twisted spaghetti straps cut loosely falling in ruches at the sides. I’m hoping it looks a little more flattering, hiding a multitude of holiday tu
Dawn’s raid sends slithers of light that kiss the window pane as they pass though bouncing reflective sparkles onto our bedroom wall. The golden flickering fragments dance their magic as my head stirs from it’s drowsy state sunk deep into the soft feather pillow. Yesterday’s weather forecast for Royan proved as precise as it was predicted, so we have been rewarded by leaving the curtains of our hotel room slightly ajar, in anticipation of this early morning wondrous sunrise.
I have given up the attempt in trying to get an emergency appointment with a french dentist, going on what Kim & Alan said yesterday when they dropped off the wooden posts, they’d collected for me from 3mmm for my aerial yoga set up. “You won’t get an appointment in August, they’ll all be on holiday!” She laughed. “Oh, thought as much.” “There’s a good Polish dentist in Civray.” “Do you have the phone number?” “They won’t give you an appointment if you ring, you have to go.”
Today starts with an early morning Iggy walk. It’s already getting hot at 7.30am. I take them for a long one. Biba’s nose scavenges the earth sniffing around bits after taking herself off alongside someone’s row of vines in a field. Probably eating rabbit poo. She’s so bad at re-call, to me anyway - she’s Roddy’s girl. Mr Hux on the other hand is my baby and is promptly back at my side on a call and promise of half a Smacko. I finally receive 4G on my mobile so update a post
Just after 7am, Roddy is promptly up and disappears for a trip to Aulnay to see a guy about installing WiFi, TV and Sky. I have to wait in for the postman as our SIM card gets delivered separately apparently, and has to be signed for. The early morning light throws sun kissed rays across the bed enticing me up for some yoga on the terrace. It sounds like Roddy is back though, what’s he forgotten? No, wait, voices... I jump out of bed and run downstairs. Opening the door I not
Already I can’t recall everything we did yesterday during the day... hours here seem to morph into one long period of time. Days morph into just space. Another dimension. Feeling trekky - must be tired... Roddy headed off for a bike ride with the Sunday morning club ride guys from Charroux, so I, being a film buff, compiled myself a greedy selection of nibbles in multicoloured miniature pic-nic bowls, grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and put my feet up, slumped alongs
I LOVE Lizant. It's the sweetest village just up the road from Moutardon about 6km away. The perfect bike ride distance for me! We are off to the local 'pub' tonight and as we approach just on the bridge I stop at my usual place and glance beyond the purple petunias and fiery orange begonias that are in full bloom spilling over the edge. The evening sun throws a warm glow over the pretty house by the water. A little rope railed bridge crosses from it's garden where water casc