Last night passed quietly with no more rain. We were up at seven and away by nine. The cycle started well alongside the canal, then into the open countryside passing fields of contented Charolais cows who stopped to stare at us.At lunchtime, we stopped alongside the Loire river, the sun was out and we were able to dry our tent. It was hot, 31c, but we could see the storm clouds gathering. The route took us up some very steep hills, most of which we managed to cycle, something we would not have been able to do two weeks ago. All the time the thunder rumbled around us. Even though the going was tough we kept going. We have to, our bicycles are our transport, our legs our power. Late afternoon we arrived in the town of Bourbon-Lancy. We'd made it. What a day. The young french couple from last night, were already on the campsite, and the Swiss lady arrived an hour after us. Then the weather changed. What a storm. We were all grateful for the communal room with television, kitchen facilities, and comfortable seating. After a night's rest we all say. Bring on tomorrow.
