Well, well. This is just unbelievable really. The sky has been bright blue, the temperatures between +32 and +36 and no wind. It’s been perfect for weeks, I almost can’t believe it.
This past week has been silly busy with my brother-in-law visiting, Jason arriving, my brother-in-law leaving, another friend arriving, heading to the Alps and heading back. Phew, I am exhausted just writing it. But because the weather has been so perfect, it was essential to take advantage and cycle, cycle, cycle.
Jay and I did my annual birthday tradition of riding up the Ventoux, and it was a glorious day from start to finish. Great weather, great company, lovely relaxation time and delicious food and wine. The next day our friend Dale arrived and we promptly headed to the Alps for more, you guessed it, cycling. Normally it’s a bit cooler there but alas the heat wave made it’s way up to the Isère, the high Alps. For the first time in ages, I wasn't shivering on mountain descents, rather a miracle. After days and days of climbing mountain cols and passes, my body needed a break, so I ditched the boys and headed back to Provence a bit early and let them carry on their Alpen adventures.
I imagine the cycling will continue in earnest as the weather is forecasted to persist in the same brilliant fashion for the foreseeable future. But I must admit, I have seriously appreciated a day out of the saddle and a little time to catch my breath !