Today we rolled through troglodyte caves and ate a fresh roast chook by the river, the mighty Loire River, the still quite angry-looking Loire River. The Loire is not itself because it has been raining here for the last seven months without a break, the locals have been telling us, and they are done with it. They very much cannot wait for summer or at least some more of the sun that arrived two days ago on the very day we set out to ride across Europe on our bikes.
Talk about lucky timing.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, after getting behind. What has put me behind is the business of getting rolling and also the business of filming it and then wading through the footage to find the good bits, and also getting it uploaded.
