The day seemed very tough, it was hot and ‘close’ so progress was slow. The villages are very pretty with half timbered houses and seemingly undiscovered, given the number of properties in desperate need of renovation. The lac du der was lovely and I’m sure my twitcher friends would be in heaven there. I now have another favourite French word – Quitéude
In a moment of serendipity I took a wrong turn coming into Chaumont and stumbled upon the most magnificent railway viaduct ever, built in 1857. It’s twice the length of the Ribblesdale viaduct built in 1874 and 20 metres higher. And to cap it all a slow moving goods train was crossing It also has a most gorgeous pedestrian crossing half way up.
Sally has been digging around in my archives and discovered that exactly 4 years ago I had ridden the 647 miles to Dole in only 8 days this time in the 9 days I’ve been riding I’ve only done 551 miles The big difference is THE WRETCHED PANNIERS!
Here is the Strava for today.
And the pictures here.