Friday, 20 July 2018

Contrières World Cup et le Tour 2018


Thursday is post England losing to Croatia so we won't be in France for a France v England final. So I don't pack the England shirt which is maybe just as well from a safety point of view. I was actually fretting about whether I'd be beaten up by irate Gallics when dancing around in Coutances town square in an England shirt having seen England's 3rd and uncontested goal go in in the 85th minute. Ah well, Arsenal have a new manager so there's the club season to look forward to. Thursday I'm meeting Chris and Pete at Waterloo at 6.30 for the 7pm train to Portsmouth and fretting if the guard will let our bikes on. Check the trains at 5pm and see that Waterloo is closed as track just outside closed and complete chaos. Phone Pete and arrange to meeting ASAP at Waterloo and if really bad plan B is Pete's van. Pick up Chris at his place en route luckily he's ready to go. Waterloo is bad but trains running and we sneak through the gates onto a 6.30 train (before the official 7pm allowed time) which is pretty packed but space to get the bikes on. Arrive Portsmouth at original time of 8.30 and cycle to the port to board. A couple of beers then turn in in our cosy cabin for a short but stable sleep.

Friday woken at an ungodly hour by the ferry trying to get us to spend money on breakfast and by 6.50am we're cycling up the cloudy coolish coast but great riding conditions except for the odd stretch of sand on gravel. We're hardly tip top - me recovering from a chest infection and puffing salbutamol (it's prescribed honest!), Chris has a terrible cold and Pete suffering from cat related lack of sleep. A camel and alpaca are the weirdest thing we see grazing at the side of one road. We go past Juno (Canadian) and Gold (British) beaches with their off shore landing stages still in place and anti-tank things on the beaches. After a while we leave the coast at Arromanches then at Bayeaux we take the train (I'm out voted) to Lison where we join the lovely riverside ride into Saint Lo. By now the sun is out in force and we lunch on a no cheese pizza and cheese plate. Through Dangy where I check out the church and we stock up on supplies at Roncey before arriving at Contrieres to be welcomed by Simon with well needed cold beers and soon Jules returns laden with goodies. Simon's curry goes down very well and after the mandatory bike fiddling and a quick walk around the block we turn in for a well earned sleep.
Caen port to Contriers in 67 miles: https://www.strava.com/activities/1700328581

A cloudy start along the coast past gothic holiday homes 

The first cafe we find that's open

Juno Beach

Pete cycles past the guns of Juno

Chris stops to reflect

Further on up the coast

Turning inland towards Bayeaux

Pete tries out the bike rack on the train to Lison

Riverside to Saint Lo

Dangy church - note odd head coming out of the egg

Dangy church

And on towards Contrieres

Five Cyclists Clothes


Friday's route (straight bit in the middle is the train)

Saturday is no respite as Simon has a fun packed day planned. First off me him and Jules tootle off to a local boot sale or vide where I'm tooted out but meet the Contrieres mayor who's admiring my bike. After a quick swim in the river we cycle home carrying metal garden furniture precariously. Then the five of us cycle on the inland route to Pirou (I won't mention the Rotisserie Chicken Episode - just study the Strava route) under a scorching sun stopping off at the Chateau de Gratou vide to browse the crap and drink cider. At Pirou tide is way out but there's a pool that is filled with sea water so we get to cool off with a dip. Ride back along the busier coast road but French drivers are forgiving of cyclists and we're soon home. Jules rustles up a fabulous pasta meal and after our evening constitutional it's time for sleep. For me at least.

Pirou loop in 47 miles: https://www.strava.com/activities/1702412050


Simon & Jim having a dip post boot sale

Poseurs

Riding up the coast, inland


Pirou plage
  
A well deserved evening meal - thanks Jules!

Tabac sign

Saturday's route to Pirou


Sunday is another hot one and after a lay in and breakfast we cycle to Hauteville sur Mer Plage (RIP Matt) where the sea is in so after a swim and lay in the sun we retire to a cafe where due to all in the party trying to help the waitress understand what I can and can't eat by shouting out in pigeon French I end up with lettuce and chips. I have a 25 year old calvados to make up for it. Then it's down to Montmartin and down to the river for a swim where I nearly brain myself with a tree branch. Then it's up to Montmartin cultural centre to watch the World Cup Final (we didn't bother with England's 3rd place play off yesterday although a French guy told me we lost). The place is very quiet despite over a thousand there and the makeshift bar is empty. Very different to England. Things liven up as it seems certain that France will win and at final whistle a few of the youngsters jump about and even spill a little beer but it's soon mopped up. Final score 4-2 and I'm still owed ten euros from everyone. Cycle back home avoiding the nasty gravel road to watch le Tour on the nasty cobbles before asparagus for tea. I visit the church and have a look in the tower before a last drink and turn in.

Hauteville loop in 24 miles: https://www.strava.com/activities/1704913477


Hauteville sur Mer Plage cafe - waiting for my plate of lettuce


Pre match swim at Hyenville

Not so atmospheric at Montmartin sur Mer

France scoring gets a few cheers

Final whistle...

... we've won again!

Raucousness nearly breaks out. But not quite.

Simon's gaff


Sun sets on our brief escursion

Sunday's route to Hauteville sur Mer Plage


Monday sees a big breakfast before Jules and Pete sneak off early leaving Simon, Chris and me to clean and tidy up the house. After an hour or so we catch up the break away stopping at a German WWII cemetery. It's a long ride as I'm suffering from sunstroke, chest infection and Chris' cold which has jumped to me. We're up and down the switchbacks to Cherbourg going straight to the port for a cold beer. It's very quiet today, maybe a post Bastille Day / post World Cup holiday? Starts sunny but by Cherbourg it's overcast with even a couple of spots of rain. We board the fast boat to Portsmouth then it's goodbyes to Simon and Jules before the three of us get the train to Waterloo through the English countryside in a gorgeous evening. Then it's out into London traffic which we've forgotten how bad the drivers are. Great trip - thanks guys.

Contrieres to Cherbourg in 56 miles: https://www.strava.com/activities/1706306180
Another 10 miles when back in England.

German WWII cemetary...

... goes off into the distance

A lot of teenagers here - last throw of the dice

Outside Cherbourg - no pizza but a weird doggy parlour (see name)


Monday's route



Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Devon Dorset Spring 18

Friday 6th April, 2018

Orcombe Point above Exmouth with pyramid of the different rocks we'll pass through. Cold and windy but dry unlike the last 2 weeks which have been biblical and we'll find that out in the amount of mud.


One of many holiday camps which look favela like from a distance. Look a lot more luxurious closer up. Probably as many large camps as towns along the route.


Typical Devon rock faces. The sea turns red for a few hundred yards out then suddenly turns to blue (or grey dependent on weather).


Fossilised plant roots which had dug through the mud of the time.


Budleigh Salterton pebble beach typical of the region.


Rising again - it's all up and down today.


Typical inaccessible bay. Unless you're into rock climbing on crumbling rocks.


Ladram Bay looking east to Sidmouth.


Stacks sitting in the sea at Ladram Bay.


You're never far from a long drop into the ocean.


Duncan at Ladram Bay.


Stack a stone's throw from the beach.


Where we've come from in mid afternoon.


Sun's going in.


Grass, wood, lichen, grass


Rising up again to the Iron Age fort of High Peak which has a lot of flint.


Atop High Peak.


Typical view south - sea's still red.


Saturday 7th April, 2018

Above Seaton and another dry day.


Red cliffs giving way to white (chalk?) with granite (?) blocks.


Massive cliffs where you can see all the different strata and caves. Most of the walk is along old land slides with luxuriant vegetation.


Garlic fields - memories of the Cotswolds.


It's been pretty muddy along the way and very muddy in parts. The worst is yet to come as some sections are Glastonbury Festival like for hundreds of yards at a time. Slow walking.


The mud's worth it with views like this.


Stacks turned from red to white.


Climbing again.


Great views - of cliffs about to calf.


Rookery.


Start of Undercliff of Doom. No way back! It's as arduous as the guides say (why did we scoff?!) and we only just reach Lyme Regis by nightfall.


Amazing vegetation under the cliffs, unfortunately most time is spent watching the path.


Undercliff forest.


Sunday 8th April, 2018

Our Lyme hotel on the Cobb. Were we glad to see it last night!


Looking back to Lyme.


After getting lost after Charcombe, due to various deviations due to cliff land slides, looking towards Golden Cap. We've not seen the sea since Lyme.


Up Golden Cap at 627 feet the highest point on the south coast. It felt it going up it. Not as desolate as it seems and we lunch here.


Where we're headed from Golden Cap.


Seatown - our local beach when we stayed in Dorset a few years ago. Just looked it up - was 5 years ago. How time flies...


As they say in these parts, what goes down must go up...


Hardy gorse.


And hardier trees. You can tell which way the wind blows... from the south west.


Thornecombe Beacon.


We're headed somewhere into the distance. At the midway point at West Bay we have a choice of 4 or 5 hours to Abbotsbury and risking last food orders at the 2 pubs, or a beer at the local and bus to Abbotsbury with a relaxing evening. Latter won out.


Monday 9th April, 2018.

Folly chapel at Abbotsbury.


Fleet lagoon and Chesil Beach. This is the morning's view when not looking at muddy paths.


We stop for a cuppa at a typically muddy spot. As it gets worse and worse we cut off into Weymouth early.