2013 Tour - Jour 3

It rained . . .

We awoke le matin to the sound of it hosing it down as the wonderful weather of the last few weeks finally broke ON OUR FIRST NIGHT UNDER CANVAS. No matter, we are made of stern stuff and the pain au chocolat purchased the previous day from Lidl were given the Chez Evans treatment - stuffed with banana slices and warmed in the Trangia. Suitably fortified we broke camp just as the sun came out . . . but it was not to last!

H knows how to show a girl a good time . . .

We had a relatively short journey to Quimper in prospect . . . piece of p*** I cajoled S, and indeed the initial part was relatively straightforward . . . until the rains came. Clearly there were large black clouds in the sky, and the weather forecast had threatened thunderstorms, but then the wind started to whip up something evil and the rain was falling like marbles . . . so first stop under a tree 'until it passes over'.

Off we go again and make about a mile (we are only about 5 miles from Quimper at this point) and another squall blows in. Knowing that S suffers terribly in the wet ( and the cold, and the heat for that matter), I cheered her up with the prospect of a lunch stop at an idyllic country spot . . .

Suitably fortified after the standard fare of yesterday's baguette, Camambert and tomato, we set off again . . . and this time the heavens opened upon us verily like a biblical flood. Once more under the roadside foliage with the floodwaters threatening to wash us to oblivion we waited out the storm, this time the whole shebang with thunder and lightning. The rain eased eventually and we coasted in to Quimper (brakes being practically inoperative) down the dual carriageway after a bit of mis-navigation due to rain running into my eyes, and eventually to the Ibis hotel (thank God in Heaven that this was a non-camping night) where I set S her various tasks while I repaired to the bar . . .

 

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