Woke up feeling really rough from the night before. Said farewell to the two bikers and peddled off into a scorching morning.
The route took me past many I naturist campsite. Good job I had only justset off and wasn’t searching for a place to sleep! I ended up following some odd little routes through woods. I wasn’t sure if I was on a cycle route up maybe some concrete pipeline.
It got even more scorching as the day went on, it got really hot! So much so the clouds built up rapidly and a huge black thunder cloud appea
red in the distance. I caught the edge of it which freshened me up. Then managed to find a campsite in Ares before the second downpour.
The second downpour decided to stay all night, which caused me some hassle while trying to cook ratatouille holding an umbrella in one hand.
The ride went well. I decided not to take the ferry across to Arcachon just in case it wasn’t running. This unfortunately meant I had to add an extra 25 or so mile onto my journey to get round the estuary.