On a bicycle made for two...

Friday morning was bliss (other than the sweltering temperature inside the tent.) With no rush to pack up and get cycling, we took our time and headed up the hill into Aubeterre admiring the quaint hillside houses. It was quite a push up the hill. We were still on the look out for some swimmers for L, we had been since we rocked up in France, but the shops in the tiny town of Aubeterre were only selling ladies silk scarfs, ornate jewellery and crêpes. Not to mention the second hand shop displaying a dazzling array of fashion faux pas'. We met up with our Château clan and were given a tour of our luxury accommodation, which certainly beat the confinements of the tent. The next few days were set to be plush, we'd been upgraded from tent in the garden, to room in the Château. L was looking as forward to lording it up as he was to eating copious amounts of sausage and cheese.  However all of that wasn't before L had an argument on the street with a little old

It was Tuesday, 34 degrees and the hottest day so far. We had every intention to set off earlier than we did (a running theme throughout our cycle trip) but our late departure did mean that we caught the bread van at 9:30 on our way out of the campsite. Rochefort was the point at which we left the ease of Euro Velo 1 cycle route behind and headed inland for a few days, roughly south east, to our destination of Aubeterre-Sur-Dronne. Today's aim was to make it to Cognac. We were cycling through wine country, picturesque views with field after field of vineyards. In the end we settled for a campsite not far from Cognac. It was right next to the road we were travelling on, the campground looked pretty, there was plenty of trees for shade, it wasn't too busy, and it was the cheapest yet at €7 all in. Our supermarché routine was as follows; I would stay outside babysitting Tandy who'd be parked mostly the shade (for the benefit of myself) but with the rear of the bike in