Picos & Pyrenees 2017

Sunday 3rd September 2017 I leave the Rencluse early in the morning after an indifferent breakfast. France is definitely not the place to go for good morning eating. It is also interesting that just a few miles from spain, where the evening meal is not usually available until 20:30 or later, here in France you may not find dinner if you are not seated before 9 in the evening.    I head back into Spain, over a pass and down the wide sweeping road following the Val d'Aran. Viewpoint looking down the Val d'Aran  Port de la Bonaigua is 2072m, a windswept rocky summit. The next pass is called El Canto and is 1720.8m (the sign actually has the decimal, maybe there is another one in the region recorded as 1720 and they are determined to beat it!) Port de la Bonaigua Then into Andorra. I had forgotten what a horrible place this is. Essentially it is a big shopping centre for the Pyrenees. Tax free discounting everywhere and huge traffic jams as a result as the Fren

 Monday 4th September 2017 Leaving the Hotel Confort in bright sunshine I leave the hotel Confort at 10:30am. It is a sunny morning but quite chilly in the crisp mountain air. The climb up to the Col de Port (elevation 1249m) is on a narrow and twisty back road with four or five hairpins and tight curves at the top. The surface is rather bumpy so I'm riding with care. The sun is heating up the world nicely now and I stop at the top to take off the Windstopper fleece. At the summit of the Col de Port I continue riding west down from the summit until I see a sign for Col de Peguere. It is a single track road winding up the mountain but has a reasonable surface so I turn right to explore. At the top of the Col de Peguere The road up to the top is through dense forest. I meet no traffic on the narrow climb and emerge at Le Col de Peguere (1375m). At the summit there is a left turn signed Col de Portel. It looks ok so I give it a try. I'm in no hurry

Tuesday 5th September 2017 I am not familiar with this region of France at all. My normal routes to and from the Alps are a long way to the east of here. Many years ago when my children were small we had a holiday in Les Sables d'Olonne on the east coast just north of La Rochelle. But apart from that I have never visited this region before. Pi stop on the way to Bergerac The R1200s is not the most comfortable bike for long road trips. It is great for jinking around on winding roads when you are shifting around on the seat for every corner, but sitting on the hard gel seat for mile after mile is another matter altogether. So with a numb bum I pile on the kilometres in a mostly northern direction. I'm avoiding the autoroutes so I can appreciate the feel of the place a little more, but today I am not very impressed! I recognise one or two of the areas I travel through as a result of my extensive research into fine wines. Bergerac for example .As well as being famous

Wednesday 6th September 2017 I leave the busy city of Poitiers and am soon on the back roads through central western France. It is a cloudy morning with the expectation of rain but for now the roads remain dry. The town gate into Richelieu Richelieu town square My route takes me through Richelieu where the cardinal hailed from. It is a historic town.  "He created from scratch a walled town on a grid arrangement, and, enclosing within its volumes the modest home of his childhood, an adjacent palace, the Château de Richelieu " - wikipedia . In the centre there is a square with imposing buildings built around a fountain. I stop for coffee in the square before heading north again. Willing'ham ? On a bypass near Le Mans I notice a sign pointing to Le Grand-Lucé. I recognise the name as this village is twinned with Cherry Willingham near Lincoln, where my parents lived for many years. Intrigued I turn off the main road and ride into the village to ta

Thursday 7th September 2017 In the morning I walk round the corner back to the guest house where breakfast is on offer. Today I am going to visit a few of the more famous landing beaches before heading up to Calais on the route home. Remnants of Mulberry harbour I leave Arromanches at 10am and ride west to Omaha Beach. This was the main landing site for American forces and the setting for the opening sequences of the Saving Private Ryan film. Omaha Beach Then east and back past Arromanches and Gold Beach to Juno beaches where the New Zealanders landed. On the way I stop at the memorial site up above Arramanches and see salvaged parts of the Mulberry constructions. It is all very humbling Memorial site above Arromanches Finally I head back to the motorway for the run up to Les Ballastieres, an old haunt of mine and close to the tunnel. I am booked in for a night in the Hayloft there, a sort of indoor camping experience and pleasantly cheap. It's good to s

Friday 8th September 2017 I say goodbye to Paul and Sue and set off at noon in a brief break in the weather. Rain starts soon though and continues to the Eurotunnel check in. It takes an age to get through the new enhanced security and all the time the rain is lashing down. I'm early for my 15:50 slot but am not offered an earlier train at check-in so have to hang around the terminal for an hour. Les Ballastieres (photo from a 2016 Buell trip) It is still raining hard when my departure time comes and I ride down the lanes with a group of French Kawasaki triple two-strokes. They are a club heading for a triples meet in England. The rain has stopped when I emerge from the tunnel and stays dry into London to meet up with Jake and Valerie for the night. Saturday 9th September 2017 Breakfast with Jake & Val, discussing their upcoming far eastern adventure. They leave on 1st October for Bangkok. I Set off from Crofton Park around 14:30 in bright sunshine. It'