This was not just because we had the greatest distance to cover. It was also because the bed I slept in would win, hands down, a competition for the worlds most uncomfortable place to sleep and Dad also had a slightly unsettled stomach.
Unperturbed we ate a quick breakfast and after I passed the Mensa entry test by getting hold of more bottled water - I know I go on about it, but seriously, it's ridiculous - we cycled down the hill leaving Carrouges behind.
After about 7.8 miles the route wound it's way through a lovely big forest. The air was fresh and clear with a strong smell of ferns and as we hurtled passed we startled a large doe deer that crashed back into the cover of the trees.
At 24 miles we passed a beautiful French chateau. The spires on the turret roofs reached longingly for the sky and on three sides of the house the water from the lake gently lapped the walls.
We stopped in Almeneches for a break and a sandwich and I must comment on another observation. It has been really, really difficult every day to find a light snack or tasty baguette..... By snack I'm thinking traditional French snacks like, croque monsueir, omlette, French baguette and fromage.
I perused the menu of the creperie (small French cafe). If you wanted a fine 3 course meal, followed by cheese, you were in the right office. Instead I asked if they could do 2 baguettes with ham and tomato and the owners looked at me as though I had just asked for Sushi. We did get our baguettes however and they were delicious.
My advice to the restaurant owners in these parts; peddle the food that matches your shop style and what the locals and tourists love and you may find you won't be the only ones sitting on the high stools at the counter.
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