1500 kilometres in three weeks, and we’re taking a two-day pause at the bottom of France in the completely delightful St Maries de le Mer, the capital of the Camargue (remember those stories about wild horses and gypsies at school – this is where they came from.)
Riding the Voies Vertes along repurposed railway lines through Haut Languedoc before reaching the sea and Montpellier, proved quite magical, camping under a magnificant pink-lit evening mountain wall and never having to climb anything steeper than 3% gradient.
This was instead of looping down under the Pyrenees through Northern Spain, and it was the right decision. France, the French with their respect for and love of cycling and cyclists (even the biggest lorries stop to let us cross the road at an intersection) is just magical.
Tomorrow Saturday we take a bus up to Arles for the day, to DO Vincent van Gogh, and then on Sunday (rain forecast, though still hot) we’re on to Marseilles, whence up through Provence via some friends and family.
Photos as ever.

















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I am appreciating the views as you draw a very active and beautiful line across France. This is particularly uplifting as we are a household with Covid ……
What rotten luck Gerry. Just when they thought it was all over. Get well soon. Xx