I’m seriously glad that I did, as time had dulled my memory about how bloody hard cycling is. It was pleasant, but windy day which made even the few flat sections tough. It’s stating the obvious but being in the mountains, everything was either uphill or downhill.
|The quiet roads around Mas Bourget - only the odd barking dog and bemused local to bother me - not a Kent white-van-man in sight!|
A bit of pootling around the villages and its back home. However, the 5km back up the valley to the house is surprisingly sustained, and quite tough considering its only 100m in elevation.
|The last hill before home|