Some days nothing interesting happens, you just ride your bike. Today is that day. I leave Lydie’s home this morning and ride 55 miles through a sandy pine tree farms and agriculture. I am camped in a pine tree farm. I can see a farmer’s house from the tent, but I don’t think they’ll care. The great thing is that I am riding my bike in France, the sun comes out and warms me up, I have good food to eat, and I ride on a bicycle trail part of the way- and only go 18km out of my way retracing that dead end bicycle trail. Uneventful, relaxing, just sit on the bike and let the world go past. I am glad to have days like this. Not even any pics, nothing grabbed my eye. Another 3 to 4 days and I’ll enter Spain.