Dripping in Chateau Sully

Its raining. The forecast is terrible. One of those days. I grit my teeth and get the sodden tent down and packed. This area of Burgundy has loads of cycle routes. Today I will largely be on old railway lines. Alone… its really quiet out (can’t imagine why). Pretty well just me, and a load of slugs.

I arrive cold and sodden at Chateau Sully, arms in cormorant pose, dripping. The chateau is charmingly surrounded by a moat full of … water. The staff are very kind and find a dry spot for Maisie and a cup of tea for me. The interior tour allows me to dry off a little. Revised status: rather damp instead of dripping. The worst of the rain has passed by time I leave. I pedal on to Autun, a roman town and manage to pitch my tent between showers.Læs mere