Tour d'Evans: day 1

Allez Evans. So, the tour begins, without the initial mishaps of last year which started with a puncture before even leaving the front door; no, we had an incident free trip to the ferry in glorious weather (about bloody time) and watched the Sound retreat behind the wake of L'Amorique as we headed toward Bretagne in the company of 'Magic Dave', the resident children's entertainment. Now, why does ' . . . avec Magic Dave' not sound quite the same as ' . . . avec David Magique' - something lost in translation there I think. We met some Yogis on the ferry; Graham, Rachel, Dave Skinner (sporting his nu-skin look as a consequence of hi 'off' last week - good to see him on the bike in Hawaian shirt though) who were on a quick there-and-back to Roscoff with lightweight carbon bikes ( practically weightless compared to our Panzer tanks! but we are hard, we're St Budeaux!). So, to Morlaix and the traditional biere et Perrier in the usual cafe, and we even went to exactly the same restraunt as last year, but then we were absolutely starving and ran out of mental capacity to make any comestible decisions, so Spaghetti Carbonara it was with the raw egg reminding me of the salmonella scandal that embroiled Edwina Curry before BSE made any food-related scandal small beer (several puns there - answers on a postcard). But I digress. We have the 8.05 to Quimper tomorrow but I am trying to gauge when to get off and cycle, factoring in the likely lumpiness of the terrain because, as you know if you are a regular listener, S must be protected during the initial week, much like the yellow jersey in Le Tour, to avoid mishap and potential abandonment. The big task tomorrow is to stock up at the local patisserie before catching the train - food being priority premiere (or maybe deuxiéme . . . another stope at the supermarché perhaps?).

Bon soir

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