Camping Municipal Le Rayonnement (day 3)

Today would probably be our last chance to get out and cycle a reasonable distance. We hadn't slept well though. Too hot, unbelievably too quiet and Angela was worried about us being able to board the fast TGV train with bikes and bags in the two minutes allowed. Tomorrow she is going to go through her bags and see if she can off load anything to lighten the load. Tonight will be our last night in the tent this trip, tomorrow morning we will move into the eco lodge opposite which will mean we do not need to deflate sleeping mats and pack up a wet tent in the dark early Thursday morning. Around twelve we pedalled off, stopping at the nearby supermarket to buy lunch before heading to the transborder (transporter) bridge to cross the estuary. There was a fifty minute wait until the service resumed after lunch, so we decided to pedal down further and take the passenger ferry across. Mistake. Ferry ceased running October 1st. So we cycled back to the transborder bridge just in time for the 2 pm crossing.

Before leaving the area we wanted to visit the nearby Atlantic coast. Even though we were here earlier in the year it just had to be done. After all we had cycled most of the 'between to seas' cycle route. The Mediterranean to the Atlantic.

Our destination was Port-des-Barque. Almost everywhere was closed, but Angela discovered a little supermarket in a back street and bought ice creams, cold cans of orangina and a large bar of mint chocolate to power us up for the return trip. The afternoon was once again warm. Just before six 30c. The last crossing on the transborder bridge was just before five, so we had little choice we had to take the cycle lane over the road bridge.

After six weeks of touring we have bodies of athlete's. Starting slowly our legs powered us up to the top.

The view was fantastic. It made us sad to think we'd have to leave soon. This evening as we sat in 'le bungalow', the communal room with television, seating and a kitchen, which we like to think is exclusively ours we thought what's to stop us returning in Marge in November? Our travel fund has taken a hammering, but hopefully saga insurance will pick up most of the bill. Life in France always seems simpler. The weather (at the moment is nicer), the quality and choice of food in the supermarket exceptional. We will be glad to return home and see our family, and of course there are always appointments and commitments to attend to, but besides that, what's really stopping us from just taking off again?