Bicycles, bread balls and Bastille Day
The Canal de la Garonne is no Leeds-Liverpool canal. For a start, it’s much, much wider, far more beautiful and immaculately well-kept. When I say this, I mean no offence […]
The Canal de la Garonne is no Leeds-Liverpool canal. For a start, it’s much, much wider, far more beautiful and immaculately well-kept. When I say this, I mean no offence […]
We decided to head for a little weekend city break in Bordeaux. From Big-anus, it was only a quick 22 mile cycle on long, flat, straight roads. Easy peasy. We […]
After our happy evening of tinned beans and lake swimming, we slept in until 10 the next morning and casually found our way back to the Eurovelo 1, aiming today […]
After the delight of finding Lobby the Lobster in our tent, we thought we’d have a day off at the beach. We packed up and left the posh lakeside campsite […]
After our epic 11 hour cycle into Pamplona, we decided to stay for a well-deserved rest day. We spent most of our day off going from bar to bar at […]
After the battle of wine in Haro, we decided to spend the afternoon cycling to our next destination, Logrono, 28 miles away. It was a fairly easy and uneventful ride, […]
Since our last blog (6 days ago) we’ve been mostly wandering aimlessly around the streets and plazas of the cute little town of Haro in a confused chorizo-and-red-wine-fuelled haze, trying […]
After two days of cycling up mountains, we woke up a little achy, a little sunburnt and just a little bit chaffed. With only a tiny and very sweaty banana […]
Before we left England, we tried not to speculate too much about what our holiday would look like, but if I’d let myself imagine our arrival in Santander, it definitely […]
I woke up this morning at 4:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep, which is highly unusual behaviour for me given that I’m a total snooze hound and rarely see […]