I left Spain and headed to France via Andorra. Three countries in one day today!
From Andorra I headed down into France, lots of hairpins but lots of traffic.
I stopped and made camp not far from Cagnac.
Autumn is in the air!!!
I awoke to a cool, crisp, sunny day. Dew was on the tent and it was 9°C. I was warm as toast and so comfortable in my sleeping bag, I could have easily stayed there for an hour or two more.
I was up and gone by 9 and heading north, first stop Toulouse and the Aeroscopia Musee Aeronautiqe. This airplane museum has two Concorde’s. It was quite a small museum but worth a look.
From there I headed north in 30°C. As I’m not using the toll roads it’s slow going. It seems like every couple of km there's a roundabout, so it’s change down from sixth gear to second or third, depending on the size of the roundabout, get around the roundabout and then change from second to third to fourth to fifth to sixth get up to 80 km/h, then repeat the process over and over again.
The good news it took me through the Dordogne, through some picturesque villages.
After a while the roundabouts disappeared and I was in the forest with lots of tight twisting roads. I let James free and he was hissing and spitting his way through like a Tiger possessed. When we finally got to the campsite it was closed. The season is ending so not too many open now. I was able to find one open 15 minutes away along even more twisting roads. I am the only one here, I have the whole camp to myself.
Last night near La Roche-Canillac in my lonesome camp, I pitched my tent next to some bushes that had the most beautiful fragrance. I don’t know what the bushes are called but it was beautiful. It was like sleeping in the perfume and make up department at Farmers. It was certainly a much better aroma than the one I had in Valfarta
Today was all about burning up the miles, 570km of them, to make my way back to Calais where I catch the ferry back to England on Saturday.
It was some motorway, lots of roundabouts, lots of farmland and lots of slow traffic.
I found a campground in Saint Lublin and pitched the tent at 6:30pm.
I awoke to the pitter patter of rain drops on my tent. It wasn’t long before the rain stopped. I packed up under a grey canopy of cloud and headed to Calais.
It was a windy day as I headed toward my destination, the clouds got greyer and greyer until in the distance I could see the rain.
As I was riding on the motorway, I had to find a safe place to pull up, out of the now light rain to put my rain gear on. Under the bridge behind the barrier, was the ideal spot. Once suited up I was back on the bike and heading into the now heavy rain. It was a miserable ride to the camp. The camp was only a 15-minute ride to the port, so an ideal location.
Day 83 - 30th September 2023
In the morning I packed up a wet tent and headed to the ferry terminal.
After boarding the ferry, it was an hour and I half sailing to Dover.