Hi Ho Silver Lining

Woke up in a foul mood: Outside my lovely balcony, the market traders seemed to arrive at 4, 5 and 6 am - all clearly from a deaf school, shouting their 'bonjours' like Anastasia with a megaphone.

After mincing around like a spoilt child and telling Dave off for something he hadn't done,  I finally followed him out of Cavaillon at about quarter to eight.

We set off for Brignols - and frankly, we murdered it. 119km in 8 hours. And that included 3.5 hours of stops. With signs for Nice within striking distance, it was a great day, albeit hot and hard going.

Before the end of our roll, we stopped to pump up, degrease and power wash the bikes - and the cold water jet was so lovely we had a brief 'Zoolander' moment spraying each other.

Now, here's a top tip for any cyclists: Do not apply your arse ungents in a bank foyer with cctv (see yesterday) .... or in wooded places bordering children's play areas (Aix en Provence) .... or McDonalds car parks with one way-glass for diners (St Minimim). Parents of small children can be so unnecessarily aggressive...

Now at Brignols with another big storm in the air - I'm waiting for Dave with a beer, then we're off for some tea. Things could be a lot worse. 

Paul with bike.

Dave with bike, while Paul has a wee.

PC