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Woke up this morning to a perfect day. I only wish that they’d stay like that. We packed up quickly, after eating breakfast in our tent an...

A beautiful start to a nightmare of a day. No one did come for payment, so the beautiful campground was free. The day dawned crisp and c...

A Big Push. The weather seemed to clear out for us this morning as we packed away our gear and biked off through town. Yesterday’s cleanup...

A day of rest before the big push out of here. It occurs to me how much I have left out in my accounts of Nantes and thought to record a l...

The heart of Nantes, the living breathing pulse of the city, is not actually in the heart of Nantes. Instead it is just the merest smidge to...

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We woke up today to a beautiful blue sky, no rain clouds in sight. I turned to Heather and said “look, blue sky” and rain clouds rolled in a...

Rain, a lot of rain. The sky opened up and it came down in buckets. Heather is feeling very ill, a chest cold that she can’t seem to shake a...

Bonjour les amies: Nous sommes en France. Nous avez...oh wait...sorry. We are in France . Rumours of our demise have been greatly, or at l...

Today we followed the Erdre River into le Pays De La Loire . We woke early, to fog once more. We got together our gear in a ritual that ha...