Today ended well. Our 2 star campsite, twelve euros for the night with hot showers was just the job and to top it all the pizza van arrived just after us. The rest of the day however, was eventful. It was late morning before we left, there was no rush, we needed to ease ourselves in. The rain of the night long gone had given way to yet another hot, humid day. Drink plenty was our advice to each other. Stopping to photograph some sweet smelling cows, their look telling us they'd grown tired of the intrusion we pedalled on. The river Loire looked tired, devoid of water in places, its landscape as never seen before. Country lanes gave welcome shade and then a call from home regarding the remortgages of some of our rental properties during which John's bike fell on him, the chain ring cutting into the back of his ankle, quite deeply. Oil found its way into the wound, so Angela applied first aid then John decided some methylated spirit (which we use in our little cooker) would clean the cut. He is now sporting a large dressing and we will monitor over the next couple of days. Day three of our journey, and drama already.
