Camping Municipal de Macon

The day started well. The path tarmac made for easy cycling mile after mile. But it was still very hot. Our feet ached, hands ached, one of us had a sore bottom but we both had determination and with only thirty miles to cycle to Macon we went for it.

A large live aboard barge named Sandra sat low in the water, a Pine Marten, our first ever sighting sat on the path scuttling into the hedgerow at the sound of our voices. Overhead two ospreys chased away an annoying seagull. We had never seen Ospreys before either.

We stopped at the pretty medieval riverside town of Tournus where a large swiss river cruise boat was moored. Angela fancies taking a river cruise in Europe when she's older, much older. She's not so sure it would appeal to John though. After four hours of cycling we arrived at tonight's campsite. Rain was forecast later but is was still sunny and hot so we washed some clothes. Then everything went pear shaped.

A violent thunderstorm arrived bringing down large branches from the trees and the rain fell heavily. We hadn't erected our tent and made a decision to bail out and spend the night in an Airbnb. This particular one being the campsite laundry room.

A man with his son arrived mid storm and after erecting their tents decided to join us inside. They are next door in the washing up room. We think we've chosen the short straw as a Chinese family have decided to do a huge wash and the put into the dryer. They are on their second load so far and there will be another lot of drying. Never a dull moment on these cycling trips.