Is it really May 31st?


What a day! I started off feeling a little lethargic, I blame the weather, but remained keen to get as close as possible to Montbard (155km away), the agreed meeting place with my brother Iain, forever to be known as Monkey Boy.

Initially my cycling was slowed down by my new found love for the Video star app, but after 30km this was compounded by the onset of rain which kept pouring for the rest of the day. Admittedly it wasn’t too cold but it was certainly wet and miserable. Is it really May 31st?

Now I didn’t want to but by the end of the day I had cycled a total of 127km, 97km of which were in the rain. There were moments when I felt like an eagle eyed Action Man capable of anything, but these were few in number and easily outnumbered by moments when I felt like I was about to cry like a baby.

Pretty much straight after a quick coffee in Beaune I reduced my aim for the day to Pouilly en Autoix, which would have been 97km in total. It rained the whole way so on arriving in Pouilly at 3pm I felt ecstatic that that was it for the day. But it wasn’t. All the hotels were apparently full due to a big motocross meet in Dijons. This meant another 31km to Semur en Autoix where I hoped there would be a hotel with a spare room. I hate motocross now.

For those 31 km I pedalled like a maniac only to find there was also a big fair and famous horse running event at Semur. It was the same story, the first two hotels were full. I was getting worried then at the third hotel they had one empty room. I wanted to hug the receptionist I was so happy.

Monkey Boy should be arriving at about 11pm tonight. Let the games commence.

Another beautiful day in France.



Late for the party?

Edward and Catherine had only just arrived in Semur en Auxois when simultaneously they both had a funny feeling that they were late for the party.


Dancing Bear does… Queen

Spent most of the morning messing around with video star making this one. Clearly very amateurish but it took so much stopping and starting I feel I have to post it. Once the video was completed it started raining and frankly I could have stopped cycling at any point, thus exposing the very temporary nature of the lyrics to this song.

The rain has started

30km in and the rain has started. Cycling pretty slowly for some reason so already doubtful I’m going to make Montbard (155km away) where Monkey Boy is getting the train to. I’ve a feeling I won’t be looking around too much once the rain kicks in so better make the most of this view while I’m still paying attention.


Monkey Boy is coming

Well I just can’t believe I’m in France and over the Juras.

800km or so left and as far as I’m aware there are no particularly big hills between here and Paris which is great. However it is forecast to rain for the whole of tomorrow but I’m hoping there will be a few dry hours in the morning to get started in, if so that should help me get close to meeting my little brother, Iain aka Monkey Boy.

Actually as Monkey Boy is coming out for two days to cycle into Paris it will give me, his older brother and life mentor, an opportunity to reinforce and perhaps instil some valuable life lessons for him to take home to his family after the weekend. I think this is the real reason he is actually coming out to tell you the truth. I can hear him now as I’m focussing on my cycling ascent…..’Dancing Bear, Dancing Bear tell me how to make love properly………Dancing Bear, Dancing Bear, tell me how to appear butch but caring like you do……Dancing Bear, Dancing Bear, will people take me more seriously at work if I wear bigger heels and speak with a lower voice?’

‘Don’t worry Monkey Boy’ I’ll tell him, ‘everything’s going to be alright’.

Yesterday was awesome staying with the Tipples. Thanks for welcoming me into your lovely home and sheltering me from the rain Suzie. James, thanks for so freely replacing my mislaid cycle helmet with your own better one. Caspar thanks for teaching me about Pokemon. Evie, thanks for teaching me about Pompeii and Videostar (which I love) and Coco thanks for showing me how to eat at the dining table with flair and panache.

The edge of the Jura before it falls away to Lons le Saunier.