Day 19, 06 of May.
If yesterday left me feeling downhearted , with cold weather and bike problems, then today was cycling tourings complete redemption. A Rare act of French kindness, a cyclist who gave me a bottle of water when he saw I had none.
A slight headwind to begin , but after hard work in the moring , I turned south, so that it glanced off my shoulder, and at times pushed me along, and thus I sailed acorss seas of yellow and green, tacking across the main traffic route to Orleans half a dozen times, zig zagging between small villages divided by the A11.
I linger in Orleans and take a beer in the most popular bar for under 18 year olds, feeling my age and the dirt upon my skin. by Maps and Cornichons, and set off into the evening, into the Loire valley.
Soon I realise that tonights campsite is sure to be the most beautiful yet. seagulls dipping into reflection of trees and sunset, otter swimming upstream. Tonight I will cook my pasta in the rivers water, and my morning porridge too.
