September cycling challenges |
Wow, September, we had a blast. Thank you for so many great memories to take with me into the cooler, darker days of autumn and winter.
This year has unquestionably been cycle-crazy for us, with adventures
in the Sarthe and Ardeche to list just the big ones, but this summer has
probably been one of my laziest in years. A few weeks off the bike following my
operation in July, followed by the exhausting heat wave of August left me
unhappy with the bathroom scales as I approached my 45th birthday.
By contrast, Adrian has cycled further and faster than ever before and as a
result is fitter and slimmer than he has been for years. Thankfully our September
action on the bikes took things up a gear for me.
The few days we spent at the end of August cycling in the Vienne,
followed by a morning ride to a local market and then an afternoon pedalling
around the Cognac vineyards, meant I’d been out on my bike for six days in a
row. This was enough to ensure I found time for a ride on day seven, even if it
was just a 30km local ride squeezed in at the end of a busy day. This was a
first for me, cycling every day for a week and it felt good, in fact good
enough to go out again on day eight. The scales still weren’t cooperating, but
my legs felt strong so I had the foolish idea to cycle another 64km in the next
two days to complete a ten day, 400km challenge. On 7th September, I
did it and it was the perfect training for my next challenge, 100km-in-a-day.
Wearing our ‘cycling accommodation reviewing’ caps once more, thanks
Freewheeling France, we packed our bikes, pasta and the all-important Garmin
navigation device and set off for the pretty town of Availles-Limouzine. Here
we spent two nights on the bank of the Vienne River, staying in the historic
town house La Post des Gardes.
After a comfortable night and a quick walk to the boulangerie for fresh
croissants, we set off for our 100km-in-a-day on the bikes that would take us
through the Vienne, Charente and Haute Vienne departments. Our morning took us along
quiet roads, past shady forests where the first autumnal colours were starting
to show and from one pretty village to another, from Availles-Limouzine to St
Germain-de-Confolens to Esse and then Brillac, where we stopped for morning
coffee. We passed sheep in fields; sensibly sheltering in the shade and with
every kilometre the temperature rose so a stop for a quick drink from our water
bottles left our arms and legs glistening with sweat within seconds. Fully
caffeinated once more we cycled through the delightfully named Bussiere-Boffy, on to Nouic
and then Mortemart, one of the Plus Beaux Villages de France before arriving in
Blond for a lunch of tuna pasta salad.
We were now 45km into our route to Bellac and with the temperature in
the mid 30’s we left the main road and set off to explore the hills, chateaux
and more hills of the 'pretty route' Adrian thought would be a good idea. I thought it left my legs achy, my energy levels depleted and I may have moaned a little. Bellac
was a welcome sight and we stopped for a beer and nuts by the old stone bridge
with the town peering down on us. Adrian bravely cycled up to town,
whereas I walked, but was still rewarded with a raspberry flaky pastry delight
when I reached the top. This sugary hit was probably the only thing (along with the threat of an approaching storm) that gave
me the strength to complete the final 35km back to Availles-Limouzine.
It was a hard-going 35km, although not too hilly or challenging, mainly
on pretty lanes with lots of shade and no traffic, but it was oh, so hot. I can’t
even remember the names of the villages we cycled through. The final few
kilometres were downhill to the River Vienne and once on the bridge I could see
the house and balcony, which was a truly welcoming sight. It was certainly more
of a challenge than last year’s 100km to La Rochelle, which was mostly flat,
cool and overcast, but I did it, three days before my 45th birthday
and I was very happy with that.
Back at the house we had a lazy early evening apero of fizzy water, nuts and
chicken rillettes on baguette, to rehydrate and refuel before putting the
finishing touches to a spicy pork and rice dish I’d prepared in advance. Eaten
on the balcony overlooking the Vienne it was a lovely end to a special day.
Then the wind blew in, fast and furious and like nothing we had ever experienced
before. We had to move quickly to bring in the cycle jerseys and wine glasses
before we lost them. Half a shutter flew off the house next door, leaving the
remaining bit banging sorrowfully in the wind, while we sat and waited for the
end of the world. However, after a bit of rain it all calmed down and the
forecast storm seemed to have missed us. It was certainly a spectacular end to
an exciting day.
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