Pancakes, Picon and Punctures

Our apologies for the break in transmission. Due to domestic crises, mounting phone bills and, more optimistically, the long awaited arrival of sunny weather!

Mr M's 'easy ride' to Rennes was punctuated by three punctures and extreme frustration at the vagaries of French traffic signage. Getting into the city was a nightmare. Fine if you're a motorist, not so for the lowly traveller on two wheels.

Still, the weathers been steadily improving and just then was topping 28C. Once he finally arrived Mr Miff contacted me from his vantage point in a cafe, basking in the late afternoon sunlight - chomping on a Brittany galette and drinking a Picon beer. Loads of other Brits around, too, judging from the background noises.

Thursday saw him heading south to Lorient. It took ages to get out of Rennes, when, for reasons best known to himself he ended up on the motorway! So his journey continued along the hard shoulder for a spell. To do folk credit, no one tooted at him. He suspects this sort of mistake is probably quite common there.

Fond memories on Friday, as he cycled through St Hilaire de Riez in the Vendee; the region where we spent our very first camping holiday - more years ago than we care to remember. Then onwards to La Tranche sur Mere.