Roll out.

A new Tour de France experience - the start. Post Lidl breakie, a gentle walk into town to catch the tackiness that is the caravan parade. Found a shady spot & proceeded to chase tat. Mere amateurs by comparison to the locals & as for the class of infants brought down to watch - they swarmed out snaffling anything going. Managed some hats, snacks, cold drinks, a bottle opener and some detergent. Eclectic. Followed the masses & assumed they were heading out to the 'Tour Village' Rested at a shady spot & discovered the lemon & lime drinks were in fact lemon and lime flavoured non-alcoholic beer. Hmmm. It was cold though. The volume of people involved in the tour came into sharp focus on entering the village - town more like. Vast numbers of support vehicles, police, mechanics, tour officials. Tried to get into to see the presentations but only for VIPs. Watched the comings & goings for a while. No sign of Cav or Jonas. Headed off without Liz, phoned but no answer could be an interesting afternoon. Apparently she'd got stuck at a crossing when tour cars were going past. Found our shady spot for the roll out & watched as they 'lazily ambled' by. Just the small matter of 100+ miles in the Alps to go.Read more