Trip around Massif Central, mostly on trails

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So we’re off the bikes now and headed back up to Calais.

This is our digs for tonight. A bit shabby but all we could get at short notice. The bottom pic is a cabinet of Armagnac, the oldest is 1942.

More to follow, but the stats are:

1500km of TET
fall offs:
Martin - 2 including one in a bed of nettles
Tony - 2 including one when the bike was stationary.
DrJm - 1, video to follow

Dr Jm wins.

Injuries:
Tony- 1 torn leg muscle (see “falling off bike while stationary”)
Dr Jm - bruises gained whilst manhandling bikes on descent of death.
2 wasp stings gained whilst having a wee, separate occasions, one on the head and one on the leg. Plus the previous foot injury gained on the shakedown on Salisbury Plain but still extant so it counts.

Martin - none.

Martin wins.

Bike breakdowns or crash damage
Martin - Speedo died
Tony and Dr Jm - nothing

Tie Dr Jm and Tony

Daring overtakes on the trail of people (I.e. Tony) dithering about:
Dr Jm -1 (video to follow)

Best looking suspension in action - Martin, by a country mile! (Video to follow)


Tantrums - none!

Despite France being mostly closed or out of business we found places to stay and eat every night, including a nice gites.

A few more pics to follow.


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No tantrums is the sign of a great trip.....although still smile when I remember the 'divorce hill' incident in Spain :D
 
No tantrums is the sign of a great trip.....although still smile when I remember the 'divorce hill' incident in Spain :D

Well these days it’s Berin that gets left behind on the hills….


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Here’s a few more pictures, as usual there’s not much of the harder stuff as survival is the order of the day

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We came down a steep wooded trail and encountered the little water crossing above.

None of us really like water crossings mostly as I have no desire to be dismantling a 690 by the trail, but this one was a doddle so straight over - to find it out us on a little island with a bigger one to exit.

We wimped and pushed the bikes over!

120km later and that was the ride over.

We headed back to the van, then tried to remember how we fitted the bikes in:
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We then for reasons too complicated to explain heard to another hotel in Bourboule, another run down spa town with most of the hotels and restaurants closed, ready for a run north the next day, headed for a hotel in an old mill as pics above.


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On my first trip to the Auvergne I remember it was very nice, but, anywhere they use rocks as roof tiles, is not a place I would want to live! :D
Your photo of the roof reminded me.
 


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