Simon HW

25 April

2010-04-29T21:28:00.000Z

Late supper but back on track despite the odds!

2010-04-29T21:19:00.000Z

Bikes carefully packed in back of taxi!

Final leg in a taxi to Pamplona after 80 mile cycle

High altitude navigational adjustments

From sea level to 2130ft in 30 miles, time for a rest!

More mountain meadows

Arriving in Bilbao on Sunday 25th April

2010-04-28T21:01:00.000Z

Arriving in Bilbao Sunday 25 April

Emergency re-routing committee,
cafe at Bilbao railway station

Mountain Meadows

Day 3 - 25th April - Bilbao to Puente la Reina

2010-04-25T20:13:00.001Z

Sliding Dawes...You've seen the film, now ride the bike!

"What could possibly go wrong?!!" I uttered in response to a comment of Peter's as final docking manoeuvres where under way at our berth in Bilbao. Peter's final check of the route south to Bilbao station on our map, revealed that the vital bridge link across the river seemed unsuitable for bikes, so last minute replanning was hurriedly completed. This did not seem straightforward. Roundabouts were orbited several times, and hazardous railway lines delicately crossed and recrossed without mishap. John Y confidently led the way north, which felt somewhat counter-intuitive. "Prepare for your first cycle on a motorway Simon!!" shouted Peter from behind me. We pedalled furiously up a spiralling ramp with far too many bright blue signs to instil any confidence that he was joking. Thank goodness it was early on Sunday morning, as our indiscretions may go unnoticed. I envisioned our trip coming to an abrupt end, either by being thrown in a damp Spanish clink, or welded against the crash barriers as Raspberry jam. The detour north added unfortunate distance to our dash to meet our train departure, but the motorway speed limits boosted us on our way. Few honks on horns from startled drivers, and mercifully few juggernaughts thundering through the narrow tunnels, far to close for comfort. The aroma of burnt coal dust as we passed through the intensely industrial backdrop, reminded me of Teesside, Grandparent's hearths, and the Welsh narrow gauge railways of childhood holidays. A welcome slip road to normality led us towards conventional streets towards our goal. As we huddled round map for clarification, a Spanish police woman pulled up to help us on our way. Good job she hadn't seen us earlier!

Red lights slowed our progress, until desperation greened them to our eyes as we raced to find our train. Minutes flew faster than the miles, and with yards to go we realised our quest was lost. We stood in the station entrance forlorn. John Y disappeared. There would be another train at three in the afternoon, which would connect with ours to Pamplona, so all was still achievable. Urgent yelps from John Y from the top of the escalators sent us scurrying for Platform 7, as he had discovered our train had not yet left. We found him with beaming, full-faced grin, standing by a waiting train, underneath the platform sign. Our momentary relief was cruelly dashed, when we pointed out the sign was for Platform 8. Platform 7 was Train-spotterless!

Standing in awe of the proudly spectacular stained glass window, portraying Bilbao's mighty industrial heritage, the clock reminded us it was time to re-book our tickets for the later train......or so we thought!

First ticket station clerk put hands up in horror, not their problem, nothing to do with them. We deduced after further probing and translation of gestures, this was the local ticket office, and we needed one further along the concourse. Off we wheeled. Here we met Spain's equivalent of Little Britain's "Computer says NO!!" John A has done sterling work with the Spanglish, but this pert, non-smiling, unswerving ticket-retaining operative had him beaten! Aghast at the apparently devastating negative answers to his questions, we engaged the services of a helpful Spanish-speaking Brit. Her aged eyes diverged to port and starboard simultaneously, cunningly keeping an eye on both sides of the conversation.
"Can we change our tickets for the 15.00 train?"
"NO!"
"Can we buy new tickets for the 15.00 train?"
"Are those your bikes?"
"Yes they are, we need to take them with us to Pamplona"
"No bikes on trains!"
"No bikes on trains?!!"
"No bikes on trains!"
"Is there ANY way we can get our bikes to Pamplona by train?"
"No"
"Do you have any suggestions for alternative ways to get our bikes to Pamplona?"
"No!"
"Really? None at all?"
"You could ride them...."
Our stalwart Brit. was dumb-founded, turned to us and said "You have a problem, she has no personality!"

Thanking her for her efforts, we sloped off on the down escalator for coffee and half a ham bun, which we later realised was our only breakfast. Emergency re-planning committee was convened. Hiring of van was ruled out, as it was Sunday and the offices were still shut. A quick scout around the station revealed nothing more that a few groggy local buses. The remaining option was to take the Ticketmistress' advice, so we got on our bikes, and aimed for Puente la Reina!

2010-04-25T19:49:00.001Z

Day 2 - Pride of Bilbao towards Spain.

2010-04-25T19:42:00.000Z

Random performances of noctural snoring techniques proved we are all as talented as each other, despite protestations to the contrary.

Stirrings at 07.20, followed by road testing of my Bruzor, led to one small shaving cut, to remind me of the fresh blade, otherwise successful.

Careful choreography in our very confined cabin left us washed, clothed and ready for breakfast, with no shared trouser legs. The appetising colours of the grapefruits, orange, pineapple and other fruits belied their lack of flavour and all shared a similar texture. I certainly had my quota for the day, but not convinced that there were any nuritional benefits. You would imagine that the British would have perfected the art of tea making, even on board a ferry. Polystyrene cup, PG bag in steel teapot, and several drizzles of hot water to start the brew. What could possibly go wrong? ......Pouring! At first we assumed John A was just careless as he sprinkled the table. Peter demonstrated the correct technique, with the same unfortunate result. I learned from these observations, and watered the floor instead. John Y, with confident gleam in his eyes, swift flick of the wrist, started a cascade of perfectly aimed tea. Early success was thwarted at the final flourish of the backstroke, with a reliable puddle flooding as before. Note to self: design stainless steel teapot spout that actually works, rather than just posing.

Whale and Dolphin watching was the order of the day, with a small pod of Dolphins spotted early on. This taster left John A and myself scanning the waves, but little more was spotted. Good oportunity to chat with fellow spotters, Czech archtect Milan being an interesting conversationalist.

Peter and I went to investigate the Posh Bar, with a walkthrough clad in our vibrant yellow jackets. Toffee-nosed noses were turned and peered down, from invisible ivory towers. I couldn't resist a repeat lap to outstare the condescending smirks. We shall leave them to preen, and enjoy the honesty of less pretentious bars.

Compostela Blog

2010-04-23T21:49:00.000Z

Compostela Blog
23rd April St George's Day
Meet at Ye Olde Ship Inn at 16.45, 16.55 cycle to Godalming station, 17.30 train to 20.00 ferry to Bilbao.
Last minute panic struck our trip, just a few hours before the start. Text's, emails and phone calls from John Y, alerted us to his discovery of the significance of asterisks on the timetable. **your ferry leaves at 20.00, not 21.00!
Miffed that such vital information had been so obscured, final packing was accelerated to a flurry. I apologise to my delightful housemates for the trail of debris through the house. I blame the volcano!
Much thought has gone into weight reduction for this trip, although I still seem to have an extra spare tyre on my midriff. My bike is now light enough when loaded to pick up with one hand, a big improvement. Experience from previous trips has taught us all what is truly necessary, and what can be left at home. John Y has caused us great amusement with the "hamster cage" strapped above his panniers. We suspect a cunning plan for power assistance using a hamster wheel, but won't be able to see clearly until he eats more of the obscuring choccy bars.
Ye Olde Ship Farwell Committee was very lively, with Caroline C doing the photographic honours, festooned with cameras like a one woman Papparazzi Tree. It was fun to boss her around for a change to ensure pictorial perfection. Violet S took change of elf 'n safe tea, warning her with seconds to spare of the approaching bus. I still think the shot would have been better from slightly further back...
With the final arrival of John Y, we left our beloved YOSI as we climbed St Catherine's Hill, bound for Godalming. Further panic at Godalming Station as John Y's train ticket did a disappearing act. Forensic search of the route by The Sniffer Squad revealed nothing. Logical analysis of John Y's recent activity exposed his ticket wedged in behind his pannier, having escaped through a vent in his cycle helmet.
Split into John Y and Peter C at front of Portsmouth train, with John A and Simon HW bringing up the rear.
Time to write some blog!
Photographs to be inserted when possible.
Many thanks to the truly wonderful internet postess!
24th April
Day and overnight on Ferry
25th April
Arrive Bilbao in the morning, cycle to station for train to Pamplona, arrive 17.00. Cycle to Puente La Reina, Hotel Bidean.
15 miles

The second stage of our cycle journey to Santiago de Compostela

2010-04-19T15:25:00.010Z

In 2008 I started a cycle ride from Le Puy in France with Peter, to be joined two days later by Andy and John. We planned to follow the traditional route of St James to Santiago de Compostela, but on roads that were suitable for road bikes. We used a guide written by John Higgison, The Way of St James (Cicerone), as the basis of our route, with few modifications. It was our intention to cycle the journey in two stages. The first year from Le Puy, across the Massif Centrale, and through the Pyrenees to Pamplona. For various reasons we postponed the second leg until this year, and shall now be leaving from Portsmouth on 23rd April 2010. Fortunately we decided to travel by ferry to Bilbao, and then back to Pamplona by train, so we shall not be affected by the problems suffered by the airlines due to the unexpected eruption of the volcano in Iceland.

The photograph above shows two versions of my "Push-me-pull-you" modifications to toothbrushes and razors, in an attempt to reduce carrying too much weight over the mountains of Northern Spain. Not quite sure what to call them, but Bruzors seems favourite at the moment...comments and suggestions welcomed!

I am hoping that internet access will be improved in the places we shall be staying along the way, and also have had offers from friends at home to help post regular progress reports.

Our main concern at the moment is not so much the cycling of the journey, but whether there will be any aircaft to fly us home on May 7th. We could always cycle back through Spain and France I suppose!

This year we shall be a team of five, John A, Peter C, Andy D, John Y and Simon HW

2010-02-09T12:07:00.004Z

I can not disclose the location of this doppleganger image, as HM would NOT be amused! Various comments had been made about an image of me appearing in the darkest corner of the cellars, and gently teasing remarks. Curiosity eventually got the better of me after a few minutes, and I went in search of the source of these rumours. Others see you as you really are. I only know what I look like from the mirror, and I am usually on the wrong side of the camera for alternative views from the side to become familiar too me. A colleague obliged with my camera, and I have to say, the profile is very funny! Perhaps one day I shall complete the image with a bow and false ponytail....Who Nose?

Onslow Village Arboretum - 7th January 2010

2010-01-26T14:32:00.006Z

Having spent hours photographing the snow in Guildford on 2nd February 2009, I had forgotten that I had vowed not to do the same again! The snowfall arrived here again on 6th January, and I spent a good long while trying to make images with the snow, that were not just a repeat of what I had done before. I felt pretty uninspired, and as the day was very grey too, I didn't tarry too long. Snow is lovely.....but I didn't want to waste more time photographing boring images of it. However, the 7th January was a fine and glorious day with the most magical blue sky offered as a tempting backdrop to tease me out from under the bed-covers. With legs weary from the previous day's tramping, I didn't want to travel too far. Right on my doorstep....actually round the back doorstep, I realised that Alpine scenery had been stretched out for my enjoyment, and no ski passes or air fares where required. Fabulous fun, and next Christmas's cards are in the bag!

See more images on my Flickr site (see top right link).

Gordon & Melanie's move

2009-08-14T08:54:00.002Z

Yesterday and today I am helping Gordon and Melanie with their move. I just couldn't resist making a small 4 image panorama of Gordon in action. Good weather again today, so perfect for the job in hand. Looking forward to a fluid celebration when all is completed this evening!

Pieces of eight?

2009-05-21T15:03:00.003Z

Almost every day that I am out and about, somebody asks me for directions, and I nearly always know the answer, even in a strange place. It's spooky! Yesterday an elderly man approached me, asking for directions to a place off Walnut Tree Close in Guildford. His intented destination was in view, so easily pointed out. He left with thanks, and I smiled to myself as I crossed the road. As I did so, another man approached, asking for directions to an electrical wholesaler. I knew the one he was looking for had moved, and gave him new directions.....hold on a moment.....was that a parrot on his shoulder? Mind if I take a photo? Sure help yourself! The parrot was saved from a rescue centre, and my new aquaintance told me he was a parrot whisperer. I nodded, to conceal my ignorance on such matters, as the parrot started squawking happily, and VERY loudly. Resisting the tempation to allow it to snip off my fingers, I hurridly snapped some shots, and we went on our separate ways.

The parrot was unrestrained, and sat very knowingly on his saviours perch. A strange encounter indeed!

Brighton Pier

2009-04-06T15:47:00.004Z

Had a lovely day in Brighton with Anna on Wednesday. Weather was glorious, but I wasn't really in the mood for taking lots of photos for some strange reason. This panorama is made up of 5-6 images. The advantages of digital for tackling wide subjects is demonstrated here. Pity about the fences on the left hand side, I should have moved further to the right, but realise that being that picky about things is best left to when I am on my own!

Now the clocks have sprung forward an hour, I am looking forward to more evening shots with reasonable light at last.

Hartlepool

2009-03-31T06:48:00.005Z

Went on a trip recently overnight to Hartlepool, and just had time for an early morning stroll around the Old Quay area. I did my Industrial Design degree in Middlesborough in the late 1970's, and I am not sure I got to Hartlepool then. The North East has suffered from neglect and under-investment for years, and seems to be largely ignored by those "Arrogant Southerners". Having recently passed through Middlesborough and other Teesside towns recently, I was surprised to find myself feeling nostalgic for a part of my life that was certainly a bit grim! I feel inspired to revisit some of my old haunts as a ghost from the past, and see how things have developed (or not) over the intervening.....errrr....THIRTY YEARS!!!

There are many unique gems in this area, and the character of some of these industrial towns is quite unlike anything else in the country. The surrounding countryside is quite spectacular too, and unknown to the many that prefer to ignore the North East. People often refer to Middlesborough and the neigbouring towns in derogatory terms, as an example of the worst types of urban existence. My experiences there, so many years ago, enriched my perception of other people's perspective's, hopefully made me less arrogant than I may have been when I first arrived. We ignore such places at our peril.

Guildford at Night

2009-03-14T12:18:00.004Z

Attended a Committee meeting for Guildford Photographic Society on Thursday, and realised on the way home that I had my tripod in the car. I had taken a few photogrtaphic notes earlier in the week with my Lumix, to remind me to try some night time images of Guildford with my Olympus E3 and a tripod. It was night, I had my Olympus, and I had my tripod! Off to park at the bottom of the High Street and set up some shots in Friary Street.

Things were going fine, even though I get really annoyed at all those cables strung across the streets in Guildford for Christmas decorations, which are left up ALL YEAR. I have removed them from the image using Photoshop.

Halfway through a long exposure (careful...!) at the North Street end of Friary Street, I was approached by two police officers about their nightly patrol. They quizzed me about what I was up to, perfectly politely, and after I reassured them I knew my Rights and was a member of GPS rather than a terrorist, they left me in peace.

Since I have looked at my results, I realise that I need to take more care setting the exposure for the highlights, as the tonal range at night is colossal, and I have many burnt out highlights to sort out.

Off to take some photos now, so will be wandering around town soon.

Cobham Mill

2009-03-10T14:24:00.003Z

Just trying to remember how to arrange the layout and add photos, so this is just a test image. It is composed of four photos stitched together to form a panorama, of The Mill at Cobham, Surrey.

Springing into Life again

2009-03-10T13:53:00.004Z

My blog was started some time ago, specifically for a cycle ride with Ye Olde Gits, to chronicle our 675 mile journey across France. The following year I added to it in a rather half-hearted manner, to record the first leg of our cycling of a Compostella route, starting in Le Puy, France. This first leg took us over the Massif Centrale, over the Pyrenees, and into Pamplona. We were going to complete the jouirney to Composella this year, but the economic climate persuaded two of us it was worth posponing it until next year.

So.....I have decided to treat my blog in a more diary-like manner, and will add to it when I feel like it, and ignore it when I don't! I am inspired by friends at The Guildford Photographic Society, a number of whom maintain interesting blogs. Mine might not be so interesting, but I shall do my best.

Day 10 Sunday 15 June Valcarlos to Pamplona

2008-06-15T16:07:00.001Z

Day 9 Saturday 14 June Navarrenx to Valcarlos

2008-06-14T07:11:00.002Z

Having refreshments in St-Jean Pied de Port before continuing to our hotel at Valcarlos. Making good progress and the Pyrenees look fabulous.

Day 8 Friday 13 June Aire L'Adour to Navarrenx

2008-06-13T07:07:00.000Z

Showered and getting ready for meal at Hotel du Commerce, Place des Casernes in Navarrenx. Really good, if demanding ride, and we can see the Pyrenees at last (can spell it now too!) It's been a good Friday 13th. Missed being drenched by minutes, which was a surprise considering the early morning rain.

Day 7 Thursday 12 June Condom to Aire L'Adour

2008-06-12T19:09:00.001Z

Had Armagnac tasting on the way today. A kind owner filled our water bottles with fresh water, then topped each up with a generous sample of Armagnac - tastes wonderful! Some major roads today which were smooth, but had we had to be very careful with the HUGE lorries thundering past. Our hotel is on a crossroads with the same road and our rooms are a the front...hoping that will drown the sound of snoring! Weather hot all day today and the beautiful clouds in the French blue skies.

Day 6 Wednesday 11 June Moissac to Condom

2008-06-11T19:03:00.003Z

Group photo at Flamarens

The main square Lauzerte - four refreshed old gits!

Day 5 Tuesday 10 June Cahors to Moissac

2008-06-10T19:02:00.001Z

Day 4 Monday 9 June Figeac to Cahors

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Day 3 Sunday 8 June Estaing to Figeac

2008-06-08T20:35:00.004Z

We are having technical difficulties in emailing information back to the UK. Please come back here tomorrow! SHW

Day 2 Saturday 7 June - Aumont-Aubrac to Estaing

2008-06-07T00:00:00.003Z

Day 1 Friday 6 June Le Puy to Aumont-Aubrac

2008-06-06T00:00:00.003Z

Very wet and cold all day & extremely difficult conditions - Simon and Peter pleased to arrive at Aumont-Aubrac to a warm shower and a welcome meal.

London to Le Puy

2008-06-05T00:00:00.000Z

Early start at T5 for flight to Lyon. Re-acquainted with the bikes. Train from Lyon to St Etienne change for second train to Le Puy. Feeling proud of route planning - so far!

Bikes assembled and tested successfully.Bike bags packaged for forwarding to Pamploma ahead of us. Washed and ready for a decent drink, supper and early night. Tipping it down!

'Stuffed' with a really good meal and unnecessary trimmings. Basic but delightful hotel.

The FROGS go cycling again!

2008-06-04T15:19:00.003Z

Last minute preparations are underway. Simon HW has packed his pair of undies and toothbrush and the Frogs jet off tomorrow for another exciting cycling trip from Lyon in France, across the Pyrenees and into Spain. Log in here during the next 2 weeks to read all about it!

Day 12

2007-05-25T13:29:00.000Z

The 'FROGS' motto!

The 'FROGS' arrive in Montpellier

More to follow....

Day 11

2007-05-24T13:27:00.000Z

We decided to start our day by making an extra round trip of about 8 miles, to see the recently completed Millau Viaduct, designed by Norman Foster. Not everyone was convinced this was a worthwhile detour, but Peter and Simon were very insistant, and won their case! Even from our first glimpse of the structure on the skyline it was hard not to be impressed, and Peter and Simon were spurred on to ensure we cycled all the way to marvel at this monumental creation! As we approached, the entire structure became obscured behind a rocky hilltop, but as we rounded the bend we were humbled by the sheer size and elegance of what must surely be one of the new Wonders of The World.

While cycling back to Millau, Simon decided to take "just one more photograph", and lost contact with the other trio, as they made their way southwards. Image captured, Simon cycled confidently on at speed to catch them up, undaunted by much tooting of horns and cries of "Pas de velo, PAS DE VELOOOOO!" He was aware of the stories of the French being much more cycle friendly than the Snotty Surrey 4 x 4 Set, but it all came as rather a shock to realise he was cycling up a slip road leading directly down from the motorway, and that the motorists were desperately trying to avoid an embarrassing accident! Hands held high in shameful thanks, cautious retreat completed, and safely back on the correct side of the road once more, he was now momentarily LOST! Mobile phone to the rescue to contact the Chief Navigator, for instructions to follow the route out of town, over the river bridge in the direction of The Doubie Brothers......well........that's what it sounded like! Glimpse of bridge, river and direction sign to Canyon de la Dourbie seemed a reasonable choice. Thus started one of the most beautiful sections of our journey, as the walls of the canyon rose to tower above us, and shepherd us on our way.

Lunch at 14.45 south of Nant

More to follow.....

Day 10

2007-05-23T21:33:00.001Z

As the mists rose out of Estaing, so did we. Andy decided to stay in the hotel to write postcards, with the intention of cycling at twice the speed of sound to catch us up a little later. We were somewhat dubious about this happening, but he was determined to send his snail mail home. The gradient continued upwards through pretty countyside on the D556 towards Espallion. A rare navigational error saw us climbing out of Espallion, away from the river, but Peter and John quickly spotted this and we descended back into the town to take the correct road following the river. A steep climb took us past rewarding views, and we finally reached a very welcome café at the summit in Lassouts. Relaxing into shaded chairs,drinking a long Citron Pressé, cooled our glowing muscles after the arduous climb. Much to our amazement, Andy arrived almost simultaneously, like a steaming racehorse, much in need of refreshment and rest. He must have cycled like the wind.

An unclassified road took us past a lovely farm. We had a long and speedy blast along a main road for a while, before our second long climb of the day. Numerous stops were made to take photos, spot birds, Orchids and other delights as nature provided us with a visual feast.
John has now trained us all to scan the verges and pinpoint exotic species. This newly aquired skill enabled Simon to quickly identify the Lesser-Spotted Austin Sunglasses, which had made a desperate break for freedom, by hiding in the verge. Sunglasses and thankful owner were reunited after a couple of miles.

We stopped for a well timed picnic lunch at 14.00 at Col de Lagarde. Our energies recharged, we continued along well surfaced roads at good speed. The weather had been the hottest so far, and as we spotted a grey cloud forming in the distance, the temperature started to cool. As we watched, this cloud developed an increasingly menacing appearance. A few spots of rain triggered Peter and John to take precautions and don their rain jackets. Simon and Andy decided that a refreshing drop of rain would bring welcome relief from the heat. After initial enjoyment, the drops grew larger and wetter and, stair-rodding earthwards, caused flash streams to appear in an instant. We quickly realised we had underestimated the ferocity of this electic storm. Visibility reduced to a few yards, John and Andy invisible ahead, Simon waited for Peter to emerge from the deluge. It wasn't possible to get any wetter, so with a quick raising of the eyebrows and shrugging of the shoulders, we decided to battle on through the worsening storm. The rain grew colder and small hailstones started bouncing on the tarmac. As these grew larger, the battering on our helmets sounded like rifle shots, with ears and exposed fingers began to sting. In the thick of this, Peter and Simon spotted a familiar specimen. The Austin sunglasses had expoited the chaos to go awol once more. Peter cycled on as Simon volunteered to recapture the wayward pair. Whilst executing this delicate manoever he crashed to the ground, scattering the precious contents of his bar bag all across the road! The hailstorm intensified, filling the bag with water, and pulverising soaked documents where they lay. The hailstones had grown to over half an inch in diameter, the pain was becoming intolerable, and the noise overwhelming. As soon as all the sodden possessions had been retrieved, Simon hurled himself into a thorny hedge, hands clasped over peppered helmet, to sit out the unforgiving blast from the heavens. Apart from the hedge, the storm had ambushed us on a very exposed limestone plateau, with no other shelter. Peter and Andy had huddled together under a small tree, and as we advanced down the road, we spotted John emerging from the shelter of a roadside barn, to record the bedraggled trio approaching. I began to get a fearful taste of how vunerable it most have felt at Le Somme.

We dried out on the magical descent through the valley to Boyne, which impressed Peter as looking like a "Lost Kingdom". The road drop swiftly for over four miles, then lead us through a gorge that gave us a fantastic "5 Star" ride, before arriving at Millau. We had a timetable to maintain, as European Cup Final Champions League was being played in the evening between Liverpool and Milan. Milan won 2-1.

"First goal to Milan........!"

"Drinks all round anyway!

Day 9

2007-05-22T21:32:00.000Z

Having cycled at total of 85 miles with shattered bearings, today was going to be make or break day for the success of Simon's journey. We had tremendous cooperation from the hotel manageress, who had offered to drive John and Simon with the damaged bike to Aurillac, to a specialist bike shop she had spoken to yesterday on our behalf. We asked "are you sure?", and she said "Why, are you afraid". It was only when we were being whisked on our way at over 120 kph on tortuous country lanes, she wasn't kidding! John and I thought of the irony of having an accident in a car, while on a cycling holiday.When Simon picked his bike up to load it in the car, the back wheel fell off! It was now evident that the bearings were so completely seized, that the only reason the wheel was able to turn, was because the retaining nuts had worked loose! Don't try this at home! Our new found friend from the hotel left the charming bicycle repair man in no doubt that our repair was urgent, and should be completed without delay!

As John read his book on the grass on the forecourt, Simon caught up with the blog, as the new wheel was prepared. Within 90 mins, we were taxiied back to our hotel, with a gleaming new wheel fitted. Smiles all round! Peter and Andy set off on todays journey to Estaing at 09.45. After meeting the CTC backup van driver outside the hotel (who we had met on the ferry to Caen), John and Simon finally commenced their ride at 11.15am. Twitchers and Smudgers (Birdwatchers and Photographers), have been known to extend travel times by indulging in these extra pursuits....!! Left to our own devices, we started our extra curricular activities after barely a mile had been consumed. By the time we got to Marcoles, our quest for provisions for lunch had failed, as the locals were busy consuming theirs! We therefore felt fully justified in making full use of L'Auberge du Tour, and nobody was there to disagree. We were the only customers, the barmaid did smile, but you had to look VERY carefully! Beer was very good, sandwich was very good. A couple of essential phone calls were made, by which time we couldn't remember if the beer was any good....it would have been impolite not to have made sure...so we did!

A stroll round the fascinating medieval village completed our lunch hour, and we continued on our way. John's enthusiasm for spotting interesting birds and some stunning Orchids, gave Simon some new subject matter for his image making. We were becoming increasingly aware that that we had travelled very few of the 57 miles required today, and it was now unlikely we would arrive in Estaing before 7pm. We had two serious climbs today, one up to Mamet, and then a slightly smaller one up to Morales. Lacapelle had an alpine feel to it's landscape and local buildings. We had a gentle ride through lush countryside, past woods, grazing and cultivation. After a swift, snaking descent to the bridge over the river, there was a long hard climb up to Mamet. The highlight of the day was a breeze of a descent, as fast as we dared, for the five miles down to the river, Le Lot. We followed the river on a road that seemed to defy the laws of physics, as the gradient almost felt as though we were going downhill, but we were in fact gently climbing. This 20 mile stretch took us through the magnificent Gorge du Lot, bristling with inspirational sights to photograph. After a break for a refreshing oringina at Viellevie, Simon and John arrived in Estaing at 7pm, just half an hour after Peter and Andy. The waitress decided what we were having to eat for supper, but it was a good choice and we had a very good evening.

Day 8

2007-05-21T19:06:00.000Z

We had a good few issues to discuss this morning! Peter and John went off to the local hospital to check Peter's ankle out, while Simon and Andy went off in search of a bike shop to make increasingly vital repairs to Simon's rear wheel. Very quickly we realised that Lundi means much the same as Sunday used to mean back in Blighty! Despite locating two excellent cycle shops, the lack of actively dashed our hopes of having the wheel sorted out today. Simon was facing several choices, most of which meant he would not be cycling for the entire route. This would only be an extreme choice, to be taken either as a last resort, or to enable the others to complete their goal. Extreme doubt was expressed that the bearing would last the distance from Mauriac to Hotel du Lac at Lacapelle Viescamp. Simon felt he had no choice but to continue cycling with the shattered bearing. Brutal editing of what was now essential for the rest of the trip was done. All surplus equipment, and some of Peter's too, was packed into boxes, and posted back home. This would lighten the burden for the rest of the ride. Peter and Andy returned from a remarkably efficient hospital visit, having been x-rayed, diagnosed with a torn ankle ligament, and "fixed" with an ankle brace, linament and Paracetamol. The cycle began with a climb out of Mauriac into wind and rain. This was a three hill climb day. A dramatic drop down to the Maronne, where we picniced for lunch. The weather improved throughout the day, as Simon's bearings progressively destroyed themselves. Peter and Andy went ahead of Simon and John to the hotel, so Peter could rest as much as possible. At the junction of the D653 and the D18, John and Simon had a final 11 km to crack. Things were looking very grim. We were actively trying to hitch a ride by the traditional "thumbing a lift technique, amongst others, but no luck. Simon spun the pedals, but they would no longer propel the bike. He had to resort to running uphill with the bike, while John assisted with True Git power. This involved a well coreographed sequence, cycling side by side, with John pushing on Simon's back. We eventually arrived at Hotel du Lac....completely knackered! We relaxed through a beautiful evening, with beers and supper outside in the sunshine, overlooking the lake below us. Perfect end to a gruelling day.

Chillin' ce soir!

Day 7

2007-05-21T04:00:00.000Z

Jerry removing the pedals from his bike was a symbolic act that signalled the end of his cycling tour with Les Gits de France. The rest of the bike was dismantled and packed in the regulation bag, to allow it to be flown home. A few posed photos in front of Lac de Vassiviere, and to the chorus of our cycle bells, we finally left Jerry to make his way home by air from Limoge. We have had a good laugh with Jerry, and it was sad he was no longer cycling with us.We started to climb even as we skirted the lake, and although hard work, we were encouraged by beautiful vistas, and the promise of more to come. The weather was damp, but not uncomfortable and we made steady progress.An irritating noise started to develop on Simon's bike, and despite our best efforts to identify the source, it remained an invisible mystery. After much slogging up long hills, we were finally rewarded with an impressive downhill run on a good clear road, and recorded a top speed of 39.7 mph...VERY frustrating!The intermittent clicking noise from Simon's bike was becoming more regular, but was difficult to pinpoint.We passed a sign in the middle of nowhere, warning of aircraft, further down the road we were amused to see an aircraft fuselage, without wings, pointing nose first from the side of the road, giving a good impression of a chicken shed!

We stopped for coffee and Oranginas at around our 350 mile point. Simon's cycling computer got accidentally reset, which was very annoying. A few miles down the road the mystery noise eminating from Simon's bike got much worse, so we removed all the panniers, and turned it upside down to carry out a thorough investigation. It quickly became apparent that the rear wheel bearing had broken up, and the wheel would no longer spin on it's own. After a few trial runs we decided to split Simon's luggage between everyone else, to reduce the weight on the rapidly deteriorating bearing, to encourage it to last as long as possible.We made a long and steep descent to the river Dordogne, which was huge and made us realise how high we had climbed. Any such descent into a gorge is inevitably followed by a long, steep, hairpin-laced ascent. Thus was no different, but 7 miles of continuous uphill cycling was more than we needed Peter's ankle was in pain, Simon's rear wheel was hardly revolving, and John and Andy were now carrying extra loads. Using sheer Git-Power, we somehow ground our way to the days desination of Mauric.

It should be recorded here that tonight Simon had Duck Surprise for supper. The surprise, of course, was that there was no duck! Simon is not a great fish eater, but the choices left on the menu were thus reduced to duck, duck....or duck! He has had duck for four days now, his pedalling technique is developed a waddle, but all the jest and ribbing at his expense is simply water off a duck's back!

Jerry dismantles his bike to fly home

John relaxing after lunch

Simon wearing his underpants outside his trousers again!

(notice any similarity Simon??)

Bridge over the Dordogne followed by a 7 mile steep climb back to the plateau!

Frogs finding the going tough today!!

End to a hard day

Day 6

2007-05-19T21:00:00.001Z

Lunch on day 6 at 300 miles - just outside Le Grand-Bourg

First cycling stint from 8.45 - 11.15, Straight up very long steep hill, a bit of a rude start first thing! The skies were very grey, cool with light drizzle. A general impression that we are going higher up as the day progeses. The sun breaks though after 24 miles as we stop for coffee.... Pain au Chocolat, and an Orangina in Dun le Palestel.Just before reaching Le Grand-Bourg at 1.00 we passed our 300 mile mark. We stopped for lunch at a picnic site by an arched wooden bridge over the river. This morning saw our first hairpin bends, and downhill speeds approaching 64 kph, fully loaded with wine bottles whistling in the wind.15.30, finished steep climb up to Bourganeuf for refreshments, after 18 miles since lunch. Numerous stops along the way to maintain the suncream barrier against the increasingly hot sun.After Bourganeuf the character of the route changed dramatically. We entered a landscape of dense pine forest with steep, narrow roads, and huge valleys with big views. It took two gruelling hours to crank our way through the many hairpins, with a few spectacular downhill runs winding swiftly through the forest. We arrived at Hotel Golf de Limosin in Auphelle, overlooking Lac du Vassiviere at 17.50. First task was to flop out on the terrace with an immediate order for 5 beers. On examining the maps we realised that we started this morning at an altitude of 115 metres and we are now at 650 metres!No wonder we feel frazzled! 70 miles in total today. Simon

Day 5

2007-05-19T21:00:00.000Z

Crossroads cafe - somewhere south of St Germain.

Breakfast at 8.00 was beautifully presented and generous. The Hotel management raised an eyebrow at Simon's anatomical attire, and the guests on the next table moved nervously away!We wandered through the beautiful medieval streets, the top of a hill to find a large Norman church in a Romanesque style. This had four unusual spires along the length of the nave.A circular route through fine old streets, past castle walls and towers, brought us back to Hotel de France. We loaded up our bikes and eventually set off at 10.30.This is the first day we have all started the day without wearing jackets to keep us warm, and as the morning mist evaporated, our choice of suncream and shorts turned out to be a good one. John had an unexpected halt when some high speed insect flew straight into his eye. Very painful, brought tears to his eyes, and to add insult to injury he suffered a dowsing from the field irrigation system as it swung through its cycle. Sunglasses make good insect deflectors too!Long undulating roads, with perfect cycling surfaces and very few cars. Sunny skies with high clouds. Glorious flowers along the sides of the road, greens of all shades creating painterly landscapes, patterns of trees and farmsteads providing inspiration for photographs.

Then a blast of vibrant rouge a gauche, as our eyes where anbushed by a stunning Poppy field. Cameras blazed like First World War machine guns, but now only with peaceful intent.

John spotted an area on the map with numerous lakes, which might be interesting for flora, fauna and bird watching, and we all agreed to divert off our planned route. After several miles of disappointment we were finally rewarded with the sight of a lilly clad lake with birds dipping and diving to pluck fish for an in flight feast. A huge grey Heron flew 10 feet above Simon and Peter's heads, which was an awsome spectacle. What looked like a small crocodile causing sleek ripples in the water turned out to be a Coypu. Through the binoculars this looked a bit like a beaver. John was in his element, photographing, insects, birds and plants. A sudden clap, some shouted French words an forceful gesticulations from an insistent Frenchman at the road, made us realise we had unwittingly trespassed on a hallowed bird sanctuary. We were cycling through one of thenations Parc Naturelles Apologies made, we mounted our velocopedes and continued back towards our planned route.

After 60 miles we arrived at our hotel just south of Argenton sur Creuse at about 6.30. A thoroughly enjoyable day....and no punctures!

Day 4

2007-05-17T21:34:00.001Z

Trogladitic houses in Amboise

Today got off to an amusing start as John sat at the largest table for breakfast. Jerry and Simon joined him, and expressed surprise that it had been laid for eight people. We munched our way through the generous bread baskets before the waitress realised we were not the group of eight elderly and rotund Germans, who now had to be squeezed on two small tables of four. As Peter and Andy had seriously overslept, the three of us sat comfortably on the huge table and attracted some quizzical glances from the Germans! Where we bovvered?As we only had to cycle 28 miles today, we spent the morning in strolling around Amboise. We visited the magnificent castle chateau, with its jewel like chapel mounted firmly on the top of monumental masonary. This is where Leonardo da Vinci is buried, or at least part of him! We saw many fine rooms, and there is also a fantastic roof garden,with views over Amboise and the Loire. The castle has two ramps, one on each side, that provide separate access for the Royal coaches and the military. After the castle we visited Clos Lucé, the home of Leonardo da Vinci, who died here. Although he spent the last three years of his life here, they have milked the association.We collected our bikes and bags from the hotel and set off for Loche at 12.45.

Lunch consisted of pannini and sandwich baguettes, sitting of the bank of the River Cher, opposite the beautiful chateau at Chenonceaux.

Although not cold, today was consistently damp, drizzly and grey. The ride to Loche was only 28 miles, which was very welcome after the last few days. We arrived in Loche at 4.30.Simon

Jerry at Loche after ride....yet another short bed!

Chateau at Chenonceaux

Day 3

2007-05-16T16:15:00.001Z

Much simpler breakfast, second course was....er....another bagette. Set off at 8.40 feeling refreshed, no headwind, and athough dark clouds loomed overhead, they spared us from a drenching. Hills noticably steeper, longer and more numerous than before, but often beautifully undulating plateau at the top, helped to propel us at a consistent pace.Peter damaged an ankle yesterday, but with careful techique is keeping up with everyone else.We had a few breaks to wander around some Trogladitic dwellings, a Dolman (prehistoric shelter), and to photograph various orchids and other floral delights, as spotted by John le Twitcher!Had coffee break in Neuvy, where we also bought provisions for our picnic in the woods.

Something we haven't mentioned so far is the amazing creativity of the French plumbers. In the café on our first day there was a basin, with a spout, but no visible means of turning it on! Despite the best efforts of the Chief Architect, Chief Industrial Designer, FREE consultations with the Team Solicitor, and helpful murmurings from our top notch Water Consultant....we were baffled!An accidental prodding of the towel rail revealed it to be a level that benabled water to spout forth and fill the basin! The 2nd day gave us a similar problem, which was only solved when Simon put his knee on the front basin panel, and water started to flow! John, Jerry and Simon are sharing a room in Amboise on this 3rd day. The shower is arranged so that as the water pressure is either increased or decreased, the angle of the shower head rises or falls. We think they are out to confuse us, but so far good luck has been on our side! Simon

Afternoon tea in Amboise

Day 2

2007-05-16T06:35:00.000Z

After our six course breakfast we set off at 8.45am to continue our journey. A fine morning, we made good speed and stopped for coffee at Mamers where Jerry decided to try and out do Simon by having a completely unnecessary puncture (see photo!). Not to be outdone by Jerry, Simon developed a slow puncture which eventually needed replacing with a new tube AND tyre. John used the rare Lipton Lotus technique to supervise the repair.
Simon

Lunch at Bonnertable in the park.

Meanwhile the fab 4 continued into the headwind while leftfield doc docherty was cycling through genitiel for the meet at grand luce. Or perhaps arrived by another train? Peter

Morning - "Did you hear Simon snoring?" no, he was on the floor above, Yes, but did you hear him?"

Evening - After cleaning up we asked the hotel what we should look at in the town. Answer: nothing! So we found a bar. Had a good meal back in the hotel. End of day. John

Andy here! Finally caught up after a very relaxing time spent with my Father, Alex, Nick, Sophie, Athur and Lilly in the Le Loir. Benefitted from a tail wind today so will probably find it tougher going tomorrow! Andy

Day 1

2007-05-14T21:10:00.000Z

Four FROGS crammed into a 4 berth cabin on the overnight ferry to Ouistraham. Woken early to persistent operatic warblings that ensured we disembarked on time. We cycled to the beach to dabble our toes in the freezing Channel and to pick up shells to take to the Mediterranean.

Onwards to the historic cafe at Pegasus Bridge for coffee and a croissant. As first visitors at 8.30am, we just pipped dozens of school children to get served. The morning ride of 42 miles was peppered with showers and into a consistent headwind. The Marie Celeste had more inhabitants on show than we saw on our route. Dogs were so unused to passing cyclists, that they spontaneously launched themselves towards us with unnerving speed. Most notable was the Tasmanian Terrier, teeth bared and snarling as it homed into Simon's ankles. A quick burst of adrenalin was all that prevented a permanent clamping of the jaws! We stopped for lunch at Trun as the sun broke through. Croque Madames sorted all but John out, who decided it would be rude not to eat for England! We passed many boulangeries in the morning, but all were closed, so lunch was very welcome when it came. Simon had the first puncture at 52 miles, so John went chasing wild flowers while it was fixed. Twin spires of Sees heralded the end of our first cycling day, and we are now well fed and watered and off to bed.

FROGS leave Guildford station

2007-05-14T01:30:00.000Z

Sunday 13th May 2007

FROGS set sail for France

2007-05-04T23:57:00.000Z

Simon, Peter, Andy, John and Jerry set sail for Caen from Portsmouth on 13th May to begin our epic journey across France to Montpelier.

We hope to be able to keep posting blogs to report our progress to our loved ones, if we can work out how the technology works!

Watch this space!

Here begins my blog!

2007-04-16T07:46:00.000Z

Inspired to start my blog today and see what happens in the next phase of my life in cyberspace and beyond.