Bad day today - but we got there in the end.
After a breakfast eaten on the pavement, we tried to set off early to beat the sun's heat. Within a few hundred yards I could tell my back tyre had deformed, and had also deflated badly over night.
At the first roundabout the bike handled like a dodgy speedway bike crossed with a Netto shopping trolley. I tried a repair, but after an hour we decided to head for a bike shop - which meant back tracking by a mile or two. A lovely old guy sorted things out. But none of us realized that I had a slow puncture as well as a knackered tyre. I needed several stops to keep things inflated.
It was SO hot.
By halfway I felt very low.
We stopped at a garage and dave emerged with some oranginas and a massive custard cake and really gee'd me up by telling me we were doing great.
Lesson: in any relationship, sometimes you need someone to say something positive - even if it's a downright lie - and you get by.
Reached Montelimar - the nougat capital of the world - got booked into a ridiculously expensive hotel, had some pasta and a nougat beer and tomorrow's another day.
PC
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