We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
spent 4 wonderful days in Arcachon on the Atlantic coast west of Bordeaux. The
camp was beautifully situated near cycle tracks and close to town. It was a
great opportunity for me to really get back into cycling proper and lose my
fear of falling off every 5 seconds. First day we did 15 kms or so and 2nd
around 20kms – not exactly the tour de France, but enough to get ne back in my
Dune du Pilat
We rode out to
Europe’s highest sand dune (some claim to fame!), Dune du Pilat. Much to our
surprise it was a real tourist Mecca, complete with tacky tourist shops and
icecream sellers. When we arrived, Lawrence announced “I’m certainly not
climbing up that, and nor are you I would think!” That was red rag to a bull,
so up we climbed – but it’s a cheat as there are stairs! The views are wonderful
and worth the effort.
We caught the
ferry across to Cap Ferret where the rich and famous hang out, but they must
have been having a day off as we only saw the same tourists as any other day.
Managed to find a great lunch and the sun was shining, so no complaints.
here is really interesting – a touch of alpine, a dash of neo-gothic frippery,
a hint of Australian Federation, making quite a pleasing mix.
we headed south to Biarrtiz, which is a soulless place but has an interesting coastline.
Just inland, Bayonne is lovely and retains the character of its past and unadulterated
South again, we
hit St Jean de Luz for 2 nights. This was a lovely surprise with a camp right
by the beach, sleeping with the sound of the breakers. The town is charming and
like many of these old towns, the streets are free from cars and walking is a
Always love a good cloister - this one in Biarritz