So, the first stop we will do had to be Bath. Not for anything in particular, but for being in the right place to split our journey through England and Wales, to Porstmouth, which will be our 3rd day, so we can get on a ferry that will take us to Cherbourg, our first day in France but fourth into the ride. Very convoluted, I know.
Having stated this, I was well happy for Bath to be the first stop, as we could perhaps get a sofa where to spend the night and a warm shower since, by the looks of it, we’re going to be bathing in rivers and lakes a few times next month. I have been to Bath a few times, but not for 13 years, which makes me feel really old, as I drove to Bath last time, which means I was no child then and I am certainly no child now. We can spend the rest of the day, if we get there as planned, and maybe sort some kind of accommodation and have some time to re-explore the city.
And that is a big IF. The first ride ain’t gonna be an easy one to start with. We’ll have to come out of Wales, which isn’t famous precisely for being flat, through Chepstow and the old Severn Bridge, where a massive climb will be waiting for us as we cycle passed Bristol. At least after this it will be downhill and flat until we get to Bath. I only hope it’s not windy or rainy, or neither.
I have never been so conscious about the weather, I am afraid that, before we embrace the French summer, north to south as we become tougher to endure the Spanish one, we will be getting wet and somewhat cold. Wait and see.