
Cycling The Atlantic coast to Bordeaux
With some much needed rest in Nantes and having now seen a giant mechanical walking elephant, I set off two days later, and made my

With some much needed rest in Nantes and having now seen a giant mechanical walking elephant, I set off two days later, and made my

What with the difficulty and sheer frustration in reaching Paris a few days ago, I was determined not to make the same mistakes on my

It felt good to be in a city again, a little crowded and hurried perhaps and completely different from the countryside, but that’s what gives

From Tournai, I continued south west across the border to Rumes. A gentleman waited on the path for me to pass, and even though I

I was a little nervous the night before as I had no alarm clock and thus no way of knowing if I would oversleep. I

After three days in Brighton, I felt it was time to get on my way. I had booked a ferry from Harwich to The Netherlands

Leaving Nottingham and with my gear properly washed, I headed out into the pelting rain of northern England. In the end it took me another

So with my day of departure having finally arrived and with many goodbyes having been said to my family and friends, I was full of

Resupplied and thoroughly refreshed, I left Brighton four days later heading west, again along the coast, turning inland towards the South Downs. It was here

As the ferry docked in Dover, and I saw the white cliffs, I had a huge feeling of relief to be back home in England.