DAY SEVENTEEN… 52 miles (83 km)

We had a slow start to the day. It was Sunday after all. We left the campsite late and cycled off to find a croissant. Unbelievably the French had bought up every croissant within about 20km. We went to three shops, (one closed) and all were completely sold out. We had to settle for some supermarket stuff. By this time, it was 12.15pm and I was pretty desperate.

We stopped en route to take in a long canal tunnel which was meant to be a magical experience of light and water. I think it must have been broken or over-rated, because, apart from an arch with water pouring off it (to scare off any boats passing through it?), there were just strands of Christmas lights and that was it.

Magical experience of light and water

We cycled all afternoon up the Doube as it wound its way through a very steep gorge. It was absolutely beautiful and very tranquil. We have camped so we have a whole field to ourselves, so far. We have a pitch much bigger than other pitches and right at the back of the site. Its overlooked by big craggy wooded slopes with exposed limestone.

Tranquillity of cycling along the Doube