I am pleased to announce that Mr Moped (see previous post) has slunk off and we are now able to navigate the opening hours of rural France (get in there early/ sleep in the afternoon) . Our bike routine is now improving, we are getting up (slightly) earlier and now can pack away our stuff in a state of graceful synchrony. Groundsheet and tent are folded together to the soundtrack of cooing (and crapping) pigeons and we, like olympic ice skaters, dance in perfect unison, the Torville and Dean of bike camping. Ahum.
We are currently in Êpinay in the Champagne region surrounded by lots of wine we cant afford to drink. But I can tell you the vineyards look great. Heading towards the Alsace region, inching our way towards Germany fuelled on unleaded pastry.