Perhaps we are getting what we deserved, since we named the trip, “The Waters of France”.
We’ve been slogging it through the wetlands, forests, and dunes of the Atlantic shoreline for the past two cold and rainy days. It reminds us of Mendocino in February, complete with yellow flowering broom.
Margaret, of Margaret’s Chambre D’Hote, said it reminds her of December weather, though a little warmer. But she said two weeks ago it was sunny and warm, and people were starting to swim in the ocean.
Now it’s in the 50s and our only respite has been the ferry crossing to Royan. The days ahead may be a little drier, but still just as cold, and even though we have now turned north, the winds have now decided to start coming out of the north as well.
The paths continue to be excellent, but between the rain, cold, headwinds, and other cycling traumas, we are falling a bit behind where we hoped to be by now.
