Bordeaux

Bordeaux has a joined up transport system 1euro 40 gets you an hour of public transport - bus tram bus they all link.

Admittedly the tram runs down the middle of the main road but there is no need for the tourist bus just take the tram.

However there isn't that much to see - maybe it was the rain ( all day or maybe it was that I have just been to Rome ( a lot to follow) but it was nothing too special  - pleasant and interesting but nothing fantastic.

 But it is big and I have to decide whether to go through it or round it tomorrow!

Sunday to Bordeaux

Having slept like a log I awoke to a black sky and heavy rain. My fellow guests at breakfast looked at me as if I had two heads when I set off to rejoin the Canal de Deux Mers. It was eerie riding alongside the canal in pouring rain with not another soul in sight - no walkers or boaters and no other cyclists. It rained all morning and that was to be the good part of the day.

When it stopped raining the wind got up really strongly in my face. I met two Brits going the other way who helpfully said that they were glad they were not going my way against that wind. I finally ground my way to the campsite  only to find a sign saying "complet" - full. Fortunately it didn't take too much persuasion to be allowed to squeeze my tent in because I wasn't going any further!

Tomorrow will certainly be easier for it is my first rest day. I am going to explore Bordeaux on foot using public transport.

What a day!

The day began well. The sun was shining and everything was packed away smoothly when I noticed that my back tyre was a bit flat. No problem I thought - just pump it up. That's when I heard the hiss of escaping air and I discovered the hole in the tyre. My cycling couple neighbours helpfully suggested Decathlon in Toulouse which was 20 kms away.
So I unpacked the bike and a greasy handed hour later I had repaired the puncture and the hole in the  tyre (as best I could) and I was on my way.
The cycle path by the Canal du Midi was like a motorway for bikes and runners and walkers. At first like crocodile Dundee I said "bonjour" to everyone but soon reduced it to a nod.  The middle of the day was pretty flat boring and uninteresting countryside as the cycle way followed first the Canal du Midi and then the Canal de Deux Mers. My one good piece of luck was when I met an old lady on a bike who directed me to a bike shop for a new back tyre.  Near the end of the planned day and looking forward to a hot shower in the municipal campsite at Bon Encontre when bang! The back tyre blew out . Nearly crying I put on the new tyre and headed for the campsite (which didn't exist except on the Internet)

The mayor in his wisdom decided not to open this year. Never mind I had passed lots of campsites so a few miles at most  and I'll find another I thought optimistically.
 Thirty miles later it was getting dark and I had not passed a campsite or a hotel or a chambre d' hote. I was on the point of knocking on a door to ask if I could camp on their garden for the night  when a sign appeared as if by magic from the gathering gloom. Only four kms promised the sign to a chambre d'hote (B&B)
It was almost dark when I tentatively inquired if they had a room. I held my breath while he gave a Gallic shrug and said that normally there would be no problem but there was a special party and all ten rooms were full but like the innkeeper in Bethlehem he took pity on me and offered me an attic room which was just perfect.(it had a bed)  I was offered the use of the family bathroom and told to treat it like home. Better I was to have dinner at the family dinner table. I nearly cried with relief - my hosts were generous and brilliant. It would have been easy to turn me away. Perhaps the fact that I was totally knackered was in my favour.

 I cannot recommend too highly "les tilleuls de la voie verte" or  praise too highly Sylvie & Claude Frisson www.chambre-dhote-gite-tilleulsdelavoieverte.fr

Surely it can only get better tomorrow?

Day Two

Huge headwind all day, after an early start.  Everything wet.  Can't have a shower, towel is soaking wet. I try it anyway but it is not at all pleasant. Eventually found my way to tonight's campsite at Deyne just short of Toulouse.

near Toulouse

I camped next to a French couple who are cycle touring with all of the comforts of home. They have a table and chairs and real glasses for their wine. That's style!  But, heavy, like my bike, I need to lose a few kilos.  Why did I think I  might cook?

Going to sleep now. It is definitely not easy to maintain a blog on an i - phone! 

Raissac to carcassonne

Finally under way.

It took me the whole morning to pack the bike - this camping lark is not easy!

Gisele came to head the send off party and take a photo - in fact she was the send off party.

The cycle to Carcassonne was uneventful. Putting the tent up was more eventful but it is up - lets hope it stays up.

The bike felt strange at first with two front panniers but I quickly got used to the weight and I do have some very low gears which is just as well because there is no way I could push it up a hill. (these words may come back to haunt me)

It is just as well I put the tent up carefully. During the night there was a fantastic electrical storm (orage) which was accompanied by torrential rain and a big wind. I was amazed to still be dry and intact in the morning.

Final Day - Gruissan Plage to Raissac d' Aude

Monsieur le maire

The leisurely stuff went out of the window, when I slept in and woke up at 9.37! I hadn't slept past 8 before at any time on the road so I  hadn't bothered to set the alarm.

I hadn’t slept well with various thoughts bouncing around in my head. I had watched France play Belorusse at football on tv which was boring enough to have sent half the population of France off to sleep. “I’m going to be late,” I thought as I hurriedly went through my morning routine. The chamois crème got its last outing just to "stick" to the routine.
It was ironic that the only day there was a timetable I was going to be late!

The welcome offered to all visitors

By the time I had packed everything up for the last time and checked out of the hotel having thrown some breakfast down me It was 10.30 and I wasn’t sure if I could make it to Raissac for 12.

David, a now permanent resident of Raissac,  had phoned me a couple of times earlier in the week to check on my progress and to try to  tie me down to an arrival time, so I knew that something was planned, but I had no idea that I would receive the welcome that awaited me.

However it was not be a leisurely final cycle,  for there was a headwind,  and I was really pushing the pace ( or so I thought until I was passed by another cyclist, who was at least my age, who sped off into the distance) I pushed on and reached the edge of the village with three minutes to spare, so I was able to relax and take a photo before riding in to a wonderful welcoming committee who all began to applaud, seemingly spontaneously.

 I was stunned and found it hard to take it all in. There were three huge, very professional looking banners, which had been hung on the railings, "Bienvenue Welcome" , "brian's big bike ride arrivee", " Calais en velo Raissac" and photos in front of the Mairie,  followed by a little drinks party in the garden of the mairie. Everyone was very welcoming and I felt like a minor celebrity and that I had reached home. It all flashed by and I wish that I could describe it better but it felt very good to receive such a welcome and to know that so many people had come to greet me.

I would like to take this final opportunity to thank everyone for their support. Thank you!

The following article appeared in the Midi Libre ( the local daily newspaper) on Thursday September 8th

Calais-Raissac en vélo

Brian Forrester, instituteur dans le canton de Fife près d'Edimbourg en Ecosse et son épouse Pauline, professeur de collège, ont eu le coup de foudre il y a quelques années pour le calme de notre petit village. Ils y font des séjours réguliers au moment des vacances scolaires et ils apprécient le soleil du midi. Jusque-là Brian pratiquait le cyclisme en dilettante, pour le plaisir. Mais récemment retraité, il avait décidé de parcourir Calais-Raissac en solitaire en vélo pour récolter des fonds pour l'association"Les Samaritains" en Ecosse. Animée par des bénévoles, cette association s'occupe des personnes dépressives de tout âge qui ont besoin d'un soutien psychologique et cela 24 heures sur 24. Brian a réalisé son rêve assez facilement puisqu'il n'a pas eu une seule crevaison sur son long

parcours de 1 500 km. Parti de Calais le 16 août, il s'était fixé comme objectif de parcourir environ 100 km par jour sur les routes secondaires. Il a fait étape à Berk-Plage, Amiens, Soissons, Cézanne, Troyes, Chatillon-sur-Seine, Dijon, Châlons-sur-Saône, Villefranche-sur-Saône, Lyon, Valence, Orange, Montpellier, Gruissan-Plage. Sur chacun de ces sites, il prenait du repos et des forces dans de petits hôtels et il s'est aussi accordé 4 jours de relâche dans son circuit afin de récupérer pleinement. C'est donc le 4 septembre qu'il est arrivé à Raissac tout sourire, heureux d'avoir réussi son pari et d'être accueilli par ses amis devant la mairie comme un vrai champion. Après ce périple mémorable, Brian rejoindra son Ecosse natale où l'attendent impatiemment son épouse Pauline encore en activité mais aussi sa petite fille Rudy. Aux prochaines vacances dans la rue du Tilleul !

If you don't read French this is basically a nice summary of the whole of the blog. If you do read French - I lied!

Day 19 Montpellier to Narbonne (then on to Gruissan Plage)

leaving Montpellier

I have done it! I am writing this in the hotel "Accueil des Plages" in Gruissan having cycled through Narbonne to get here. With my many "detours" today may actually have been my first hundred miler. It certainly felt like it. The problem is that the coastline is bordered by many many miles of low lying boggy ground which often turns into shallow etangs. So on the map although Montpellier to Beziers is a straightforward fifty miles, the RN113 routes itself way north of a straight line, and it doesn't have a hard shoulder, so it makes for unpleasant cycling. Every time I tried to find an alternative route I got lost adding miles to the day. The alternative roads were mostly really small roads which don't have many signs so you need to constantly stop to check the map. Anyway enough moaning.  I am here. I am in one piece. Actually the legs are not too bad. I am feeling good and all is well with my little corner of the world.

Florensac monument

As the afternoon progressed it got hotter and hotter, just what I had expected from the first. My water bottles which I had refilled in the park at Florensac at my lunch stop were getting emptgier and I was getting thirstier and hotter by the minute without any signs of cafe or shops. Finally when I was getting desperate I came to a Super U supermarket in Coursan where I attracted very strange looks with my beetroot face and sweat rolling down - I am sure you've got the picture. I got my 1.5 litre bottle of water and promptly drank most of it before I got out of the shop. Nearly back to square one.

Thus refreshed I decided to change my plan to paddle with my bike in the Mediterranean tomorrow and to go do it this evening. So I sailed through Narbonne which was quite quiet traffic wise unusually, and on down to Gruissan where I accosted the poor unsuspecting girl behind the huge reception counter to take my picture. I had arrived and had the photo (but not the t shirt.) Armed with a list of hotels I set off to complete my two remaining tasks - a celebratory drink in the bar overlooking the beach, and to dip a wheel and some of me in the Mediterranean in ceremonial fashion.

Cheers!

The first part was easy and the Pelforth Blonde tasted especially good after a hard day's ride. the second task was a bit harder.

The tide was out and it was really hard work pushing my thin tyred Dawes over the soft sand. As I got nearer the water I began to create quite a stir and people were staring but I didn't care I was on a mission. As I got to the water's edge I heard a cry of, " Don't do it. It won't float!" He would become my photographer. I hoped he would be  a better photographer than comedian.

So it is finished. I have done it. I am camped outside Rome ready to ride in tomorrow to receive my triumph and the keys to the city. (What an imagination.) But I am looking forward to seeing David and Steph (and any other Brits who are there) and Gisele and Andre and Didier and  Collette  and seeing how the vendange is progressing. I plan to arrive at 12.00 which gives me time to have a leisurely breakfast and a very leisurely cycle to Raissac.

How does it feel? I have a sense of achievement and a quiet sense of satisfaction which I am sure will grow as I look back.