I cycle 53 miles today after a sketchy nights sleep on the ferry. France is very pleasing. The ground is dry, the sun is shining. There is good village planning with a few miles of farmland then a village. Seems like this is the way the world is supposed to be.
The terrain is rolling, up and down and up and down. I don’t mind, I consider the hills to be a lift, I lift my bike and gear to the top. The descents are easy, not regrettable. It’s the rhythmn of cycling. I practice cycling slowly, pretend that Leslie is in front of me, try to back off from stress and strain and speed. The headwind and hills keep me in the lower gears today.