Windy Miller Tour Blog

WARNING – Mature Themes.  Well, not really.

The day started badly.  Firstly Sooty declared his in house urinal system (p1ss bladder) had failed.  This meant there was cleaning needed of his tent floor etc.  A bit of gaffer tape and some general engineering solved problem with the unit!

Then I found I had broken a tooth.  Nothing painful but a part of my molar had gone.  No idea where it went – maybe I swallowed it in the night.  Supposed to be good for fibre intake apparently.

After that, Sootys bike fell over.  CRUNCH.  Helmet bounding down the hill and a broken brake lever but nevertheless rather a spectacle for the rest of the campsite.

This wasn’t the end of it.  On riding through the mountains, we were forced to retrace our steps by some 20km because the route went from a road, to a dirt track, to a rock road to a field.  Bad route planning you might say but it was the cows and pigs on the way that created most concern.  I wasn’t sure if they were going to charge us, kick us or what.  I don’t like cows with horns.  Or any cows for that matter.

Once on a major road we decided to crack on with some km’s.  Stopped, turned the screens upside down for more air as it was nearing 40 degrees heat.  Then pulled off to get to a beach and take in some fluid.  As we approached the beach we were confronted with a ‘naturite plage’ sign.  Not really knowing what to make of it until we were presented with a barrier and let through and then some mature gentleman crossed the road with his wedding tackle swinging in the wind!  THEN we realised the full extend of our route planning mistake.  Off like a shot, I can tell you.

We are not prudish in any sense but it was the surprise of it all that was the problem.

Once we found a campsite we pitched up only to be told about 40 school kids were to watch a film show right next to our tents.  Oh well, put up with it we thought.  They were very gracious and their leader describing they were in ‘English’ territory and to be respectful.  Every person in the group said ‘Thank You’ at the same time.  A delightful group of youngsters.

Hope tomorrow brings a better luck. 🙂

See?  Not a beer in sight.  Vegetable curry, lemon water and an early night.  Whoa.  Steady on.

Only in Corsica?  No it happens in Great Yarmouth too.

First night was a celebratory affair.  Had a Maximator between us and a few Despo’s to follow.  Then came the football.

Such a shame Portugal won – sorry Joaquim and Raffa – but it would have been nice (nice not Nice) when in France to have seen them win.