2013 – Cycling from Med to Atlantic

Our cycling trip along the canal du midi from the Med to the Atlantic

Shabby shic, canal du Windy/muddy/Midi

Posted by on 28, Oct 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Europe, France, Western Europe | 0 comments

Shabby shic, canal du Windy/muddy/Midi

Since we arrived on the south coast of France in September we’ve been gradually cycling the Canal Du Midi (though it might better be described as the Canal du Muddy, or bumpy or windy in different places) from Sete to Toulouse. ‎ We’ve been waiting to finish the canal for weeks now and then yesterday, almost like waiting for a London bus, we managed to finish 3 canals in one day! Actually as we’ve had to cycle both ways we completed the Midi both ways in one day and the tiny Canal Du Brienne that connects the midi to the Garonne river as well. After all the wonderful...

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“Hotel Taffy”

Posted by on 27, Aug 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Europe, Germany, Western Europe | 0 comments

“Hotel Taffy”

Taffy has turned somewhat into a mobile hotel and restaurant over the last few weeks as first we had Lewis come to stay, then met up with Mike and Ali and finally Jacques and Mandy. It’s been fantastic seeing them all and the highlight surely had to be Lewis flying over the handle bars of his bike into a bush as he either lost control of his bike or nobly jumped off the bike to avoid crashing into Linda depending on who tells the story! He was great fun to be with and we all sampled various beers – even Jon who hates them – and Lewis worked his way through a few of the...

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Health n Safety, my Arse!

Posted by on 21, Jul 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Benelux, Europe, Western Europe | 0 comments

Health n Safety, my Arse!

Cycling around Holland in the sun is much like being in a real life St Trinians holiday camp. If there’s a canal then there’s dozens of kids swimming unsupervised from age 6 or 7 up, kids desperately trying to touch the side of passing 3000 tonne ships by belly boarding at them sideways like torpedoes and if there’s a bridge over the canal then the kids are jumping off it playing their own version of pooh sticks scaring the hell out of the passing holiday cruisers. In the boats the kids stand and lie about and even get towed behind them clinging on to a rope, and sometimes...

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Of Cricket, Americans and God

Posted by on 9, Jul 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Benelux, Europe, Western Europe | 0 comments

Of Cricket, Americans and God

Holland are one of the better non test match playing teams and Ireland are the best. As they were due to play an international in Amstelveen we headed north to just outside Amsterdam to have a day with our feet up, drinking wine and commenting “Good shot old chap” in between naps and sandwiches. The game itself was entertaining – and live on the Internet with a full crew of cameramen etc and live commentary, the around 100 spectators barely outnumbered the ICC Officials and TV crew. Ireland eventually won comfortably and we returned to taffy via a lovely cycle through the...

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Saddle sore and sunburnt…

Posted by on 3, Jul 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Benelux, Europe, Western Europe | 0 comments

Saddle sore and sunburnt…

When we usually set off instead of the excitement of getting on our way we usually have a couple of days of being absolutely exhausted, so we’ve learnt to allow for this (3 days this year as we’re grandparents) and head from the Hook of Holland straight to Klein Amerika car park in the centre of Gouda and chill out on cheese fondue, champagne sundaes and chips ( not together, though that does sound scrummy) We happily filled up with diesel en route at the bargain price of £1.10 and navigated the roadworks in Gouda to arrive at a disaster zone reminiscent of a world war 2 bomb...

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T minus 4 and counting…

Posted by on 12, Jun 2013 in 2013 - Cycling from Med to Atlantic, Europe, UK, Western Europe | 0 comments

T minus 4 and counting…

With only a few days to go to departure, our house now looks like we’ve been burgled by particularly fussy kleptomaniac, there are boxes everywhere piles of stuff to go to the dump, others to the charity shop and some bound for the cellar. The pool house floor is bare concrete and the boiler has a computer attached to it trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, still, not ones to be easily put off (except for anything with mushrooms) we’ve now moved out of the house and are in Taffy in the drive, mainly because you can no longer find our bed under the piles of...

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