Day 2 and 3

Didn't blog yesterday morning about day 2 for two very good reasons;

1. Alarm failure, I set my alarm for 5 minutes after paul's, unfortunately he set his for the wrong day so when his didn't go off I just cancelled mine

2. I was a grumpy bugger yesterday morning

Day 2 feels like it happened months ago, lots of rolling French countryside and sleepy French villages, lovely place to ride, wish the Tarmac and traffic I rode on was this good.

Day 3 for me - after the alarm trauma - started badly, I misjudged breakfast, hydration and my ability to cycle. Started to fast and by the third hill my legs turned to jelly, not the good rabbit shaped raspberry kind but the quivering not doing what I wanted muscle kind. Luckily a gel, half a bottle of water and lots of encouragement fixed that.

After this everything went swimmingly, swoopy fast descents and long slow uphills, would tell you lots more but my arms ache...


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Location:Paris

Morning after day 1

Lying in bed in a hotel in Dieppe contemplating day 1, it was fun, 73 miles from London down to Dover. We have a really good group on the cycle, some fast, some slow but all want to finish and want you to finish with them.

Riding up to hilltop in Dover to applause and percy pigs was fantastic, knowing there was a 6 mile descent into the town helped too, as anyone who knows me can work out I am not built for hill climbing, I am the anti-contador.

Today is the short day, a mere 50 miles, should be finished quick and then into a bar, of course there won't be too much libation as tomorrow is over 80 miles.

Anyway, off to annoy French hotel workers by asking for a full English loudly and slowly, possibly repeating myself and putting o's on the end of every sentence (just kidding) really we are going to chat about if a French cyclist can ever win the Tour de France!


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Location:Dieppe