Sixty is the new thirty!
Oct 3rd, 2009 | By Editor | Category: Feature, Issue 518, Volume 7Elderly grandmother from Blissford with sore bum returns from pedalling on a bicycle made for two around Normandy. Call me Daisy if you like!
We clocked up nearly 300 miles but the last hill at Stuckton was the most challenging, perhaps knowing that The Dome was so close.
The weather for cycling was perfect and the crossings calm. I wondered, as we sailed home in the September sun past “Old Harry”, Studland Bay and then into Poole Harbour, why we ever left behind this country for our holidays. But then, of course, we’d miss out on the experience of those croissants. moules frites, and above all the empty roads which make cycling such a pleasure.
A bientot
Lesley