My week in France was great. Marcus and I worked hard on the jobs set for us by Mademoiselle Blanc but we still had enough time and energy to fit in a daily bike ride. There are so many quiet lanes and tracks to explore, and so much to see. It’s tough terrain, hardly any flat, but that’s good because you never know what you’ll find over the next crest, or around the next corner. One evening ride we came across eight wild boar! We know people who have lived in France for over two years, and never seen one, yet we saw eight all at once. They looked comical as they trotted off into the nearest woodland. They paused in the corner of the field to look back at us. I expect they see a lot of cyclists, in France.
Some Corner of a Foreign Field