Camping Bagatelle, Avignon

Angela had a better night. But her body was complaining. She ached, her left wrist and hand were very swollen and she was annoyed about the accident. It was decided we should cycle to the next town and catch a train to Avignon. But first after asking twice, a swiss couple in a motorhome insisted we allow them to make us coffee before we left. We talked with them a while and eventually didn't leave until after eleven. We made slow progress, Angela nervous, the shock of the accident starting to show.

At a viewpoint a Nepalese man and his friend asked if we would take a photograph of them with the stunning view in the background. That's one of the nice things about cycling, you never know who'll you're meet along the way. The train to Avignon left a few minutes before we reached the town.

But we didn't mind. We found a shady spot, ate lunch and rested.

The two hours wait passed quickly and whilst on the train we hoped we wouldn't be missing some great cycling. Forty minutes later, (two days cycling for us) we found ourselves right in the centre of the beautiful walled town of Avignon.

And now with the rain due to return for the next two days, we've secured ourselves a nice little 'Coco Sweet ' for two nights.

Rest and recuperation hopefully will settle Angela.

A walk out this evening, pizza with a beautiful view, and a good bottle of red was a good start. Across from us on the campsite are some cyclists. It feels a little strange not to be camped alongside them.