It was hard to rise this morning. We were tired and our complaining bodies feared another long cycle today. We didn't rush.
Drying off the condensation on the tent, then stopping in the town at the tourist office before moving to a nearby cafe for strong coffee whilst we talked with three French ladies. Baguette, cheese and fruit bought our cycling day began. Before we left the campsite our French cycling companions who we'd camped with the last three nights wished us a safe onward journey. They were finishing their trip at Chalon-sur-Saone where their car awaited them.
We were cycling there as well to stop at the Decathlon store to buy John an inner tube before taking the cycle route alongside the river Saone. Once again we suffered in the heat. The cycle path, a rutted track across a field and through trees played havoc with Angela's knee. The ground baked hard by the sun jarred every bone in our bodies. Be under no illusion that cycling in France is like the pictures on holiday information. No wearing of berets and striped shirts with a string of onions around your neck and a smile from ear to ear. Today moral dipped, the daily heat was just too much, the route badly signed and virtually impossible to cycle. Where were we?
Lost in France somewhere! Then, the five star castels camping site chateau de L'Eperviere appeared through the trees.
What a campsite, fishing lake, restaurant, swimming pool, wine tasting, huge pitches and a fantastic sanitaire and all at a very reasonable price. It was a shame we hadn't been able to arrive earlier. A covering of cloud points towards a more comfortable night. Rain is forecast tomorrow afternoon so we must away early to ensure we arrive at our next campsite just after lunch.
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