So, if you missed it you can find #letour (part 1) right here
and starting where we left off… Day 5: Paris to Lisieux to the POOL (Beuzeville)
When I left you last time we had just arrived at the Bois de Boulogne in Paris. It was here we said goodbye to half our group, squeezed an extraordinary number of bikes both in and on top of the van and jumped on a train to Lisieux. It was here we planned to meet up with our support crew, grab a baguette and cycle the rest of the way to Beuzeville.
We arrived in Lisieux and an executive decision was made that unloading every single bike for a 20 mile cycle would be far more trouble than it was worth. So a choice was thrown out to the group, we could spend the next undefined no. of hours cycling in the 35 degree heat to the next hotel OR we could hop in the van and get a lift.
The hotel had a pool. The decision had already been made.
Except maybe one little regret… In hindsight, with a full day of cycling in tarmac meltingly hot conditions the next day, drinking a water bottle full of vodka/pineapple juice was not our smartest move.
That hotel was the best though.
Day 6 – Beuzeville – Fecamp
Lining up to leave the best hotel in Beuzeville, just before this photo was taken I was lying behind that hedge
This was a long day, it was HOT, and the peloton was suffering. Naming no names.
First challenge of the day was getting up and over the Pont de Normandie. Not something I would recommend on a vodpineapple induced hangover but with the promise of a baguette on the other side the only way was up.
You’ve got to be having a laugh.
Three Farrington’s, eyeing it up.
Once over the gigantic bridge it quickly became clear we were completely stuck in Le Havre port. It was boiling, and air of grump was spreading. Once again naming no names.
It was baguette time and yet we had no baguettes and only 10cm of shade. Moral was just about to hit rock bottom when a breakthrough was made!
If we could just get up this 100% gradient we were free. Luckily, the bridge guys took pity on us and lowered it to a more manageable height and we finally made our escape.
Meanwhile… at the hotel in Fecamp…. Our support crew had been having a really tough day.
Day 7: Fecamp – THE BEACH
Up bright and early we knew it was just a short trip along the coast to our penultimate destination, a beautiful seaside town somewhere between Fecamp and Dieppe (no one can remember the name, no wonder we kept getting so lost). Here is a pictorial depiction of our day.
THE GREATEST CAFE IN THE WORLD
and on arrival….
Day 8: Beach (TBC) – Dieppe
Our final day of cycling. From the beach back to the Ferry in Dieppe. Sad times.
The big guy savoring his final baguette.
Overlooking Dieppe beach.
Our final cafe stop
Picturesque Dieppe, no tornado this time.
and to finish a solid representation of how we were all feeling after 500km of cycling…
and that was that! If someone would please take me on another cycling holiday asap that would be fantastic as it was honestly some of the best fun I have ever had.
A huge thank you to the key organisers Stuart and Sarah Worth, and the main man Mark Farrington without whom #letour would never have happened. Rockstars.
Over and out.
Polly ‘Froome’ Farrington