• Andy and Teresa Mays
  • Andy and Teresa Mays

Tour De France 2026

Stage 6, Stage 7 & Stage 8 . . . We Hope! Read more
  • Trip start
    July 6, 2026

    Not quite the start we had hoped for.

    Jul 6–7 in France ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    So before we got away we had quite a few jobs to get completed. First off some admin at home, then dropping Roxvanne for new tyres and brakes at 12 midday. A bash around SuperU followed to get everything we needed for the next few days. Home to have some lunch and let the boys out - it was far too hot for them to do that, so they just layed out on the tiled floor. It’s still high 30’s here each day and so they are spending a lot of time indoors.
    Just before 3pm having not heard of any issues we drove to collect Roxvanne - and all was good. Back home again to continue packing, loading the fridge and filling the port-a-loo.
    Just before 5pm the worst bit - dropping Loup and Sticky off at their holiday spot. Both are with our dog trainer for the next few days, they are absolutely fine with him - it’s just Tre and I that hate the thought of leaving them.
    A very quiet drive home followed by the last few jobs - both grabbing a shower, before throwing the last bits into Roxvanne and we were ready to go.
    We had decided to leave in the evening to keep the temperature down in Roxvanne - the idea to drive for a couple of hours and stop somewhere for the night.
    Our aim was to head south on the N10 and then get off at Angoulême and drive for about an hour generally south and find a nice little spot to crash for the night. A little bar with tables outside in a village square was on the cards . . . That is until we pulled off the N10 and heard a very weird sound.
    Having pulled into a side road we found the cause - the shielding that sits below the engine bay to protect it had partly fallen down and was now dragging along the ground. A call to the mechanic we had been to at Midday revealed not an issue other than a pain to refix or remove at the side of the road.
    With that Tre and I decided to limp Roxvanne 6km to a Renault dealership in the hope that first thing in the morning we can get it re attached or ripped off - whichever we can achieve.
    So our first night ends not in a pretty little bar but a very dingy back street in Angoulême - in a very hot van. Not the start we had anticipated.

    Song for today:

    Hot In Herre - Nelly
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  • Tourmalet

    Jul 7–8 in France ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    So last night in Roxvanne was incredibly hot. The temperature hadn’t dropped much and it felt like a sweat box. Teresa and I had a slightly heated discussion regarding opening the side window in the back which was stuck due to not being used frequently. I said I would fix it today when we got to the mountains and that anyway I didn’t think it a good idea to have it open due to our location and that Tre wouldn’t like a strange hand reaching through the window in the the night and grabbing her leg. End of discussion.
    We had set the alarm and got up at 7.30am. hopped in the front, drove up the road 50m dragging the bloody bottom shield with us and then a quick spun round and 70m back down the road to the front gate of the Renault dealership to await its opening at 8am.
    A lady opened the gates dead on 8am and we followed in. Thankfully she made us totally welcome and told us the mechanics arrived at 9am and they would sort it, she then gave us both a coffee. My still limited but improving French understood Tre telling her about our travel plans and what had happened last night. She told the receptionist we had slept in Roxvanne in the street outside overnight. The receptionists eyes widened and I detected in her reply the word ‘Risqué’. She continued to tell us about the area outside of her fenced yard and even I knew it wasn’t good. We had apparently slept in the local ‘Hood’ and she was surprised we had escaped unscathed. I think my comments about windows being open the night before suddenly hit home with Tre 🫣
    9am the mechanic arrived and Rox was fixed in 10 minutes once on a ramp. The offending piece removed as it was knackered and now in the back of our van and we were on our way.
    Strangely we think our mobile phones had been listening to our conversations in the garage as the first to songs that randomly played in Spotify were ‘In Da Club’ and ‘ Gangsta’s Paradise’.
    It wasn’t long before we had exited Angoulême heading basically south - we headed towards Coutras on the D674. Onto Libourne and then skirting the south of Bordeaux. We stopped once on this stage to grab a couple of coffees in a boulangerie. Tre had a pain au raisin pastry and I had two small dumpling like breads with lardons within and cheese covering the top.
    We travelled the A62 south east and then the A65 south to Pau. The weather was still roasting and so we had another couple of pit stops to get cold drinks - to avoid opening our fridge until we needed to onsite, when we arrived.
    We then took the A64 east towards Tarbes where we then turned off towards the mountains and Bagnerés-De-Bigorre and then on the D935 to Campvan. At this point we hit a procession of large white motor homes winding there way up towards the summit, some of which driven by muppets who couldn’t handle the vehicle they were in. To make it slightly worse the local area had decided to re mark the white lines on the road, probably for the TV cameras in two days time and hopefully to assist the tour cyclists with reading the road route. We managed to get past them and continued slowly upwards at times in first and second gear on the hairpins and up towards La Mongie, which was rammed with people, motorhomes and tents - absolute chaos, but in a good way.
    We had arranged to meet our friends Craig and Kate who had already parked up just below Tourmalet on the downward side for Thursday, so we passed through La Mongie up to the peak of Tourmalet (Tre on occasions with her head in the footwell when we made some turns) and started to descend the other side. When from a distance I saw C&K’s van I knew Tre would never sleep if I parked next to them. Just opposite on the safe side of the road a space had just been vacated and so I threw Roxvanne into it. C&K then moved there and over to where we had parked also, as more room then the cliff edge they had been parked on.
    We then set about setting up home for the next couple of days, eating food (Craig loves cooking) and having a few beers and wine while catching up on all things that had happened over the last months.
    I have known Craig since I was 12 and as best mates have seen and done quite a bit together 🙄
    Kate was Craig’s new girlfriend not long after that and has been a constant in my life I’m pleased to say since then. As you might imagine there isn’t a subject that is not on the table for discussion.
    At about 11pm we called it a night and we retired to a refreshingly cool Roxvanne for a good nights sleep.
    Tomorrow is a rest day in the mountains for us, time to chill.

    Song of the day:
    Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio
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  • Chill Day!

    Jul 8–9 in France ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    So after a very lovely cool nights sleep in Rox, with a window open (now fixed), we woke and sat with C&K for breakfast . . . pain au raisin and coffee/tea were the order of the day. There were absolutely no plans for today as it was a spare day before the race tomorrow.
    After breakfast - well nearly midday, we all went for a walk with Bilbo & Eddie ( I forgot to mention C&K’s gorgeous two little mutts) down a little way from our spot to a small crystal clear and freezing cold stream, passing a small cow shed - then on a little further to a rise that gave even more views down towards Barèges. After a short encounter with mountain cattle we returned to the stream for a second paddle with Bilbo and Eddie and then back to our parking spot. The walk back up the hill was decidedly tougher than we had expected.
    Back at Rox, Craig set about making a curry (did I say he liked cooking 😂) which bubbled away for the next hour or so, during which time we shared a few more stories, wine and beer.
    A visit from a (how to say this nicely?) - a thieving con artist provided a short interlude with the result being me buying a bar of nougat for €20 - it actually did get rid of him though.
    Post the curry we chatted with some Belgian guys across the road and exchanged French beer for Belgian beer - while discussing Trumps attempt to cheat America to a World Cup victory.
    We finished the evening (up to midnight) playing a card game which C&K play often. After a couple of rounds to get the idea of the rules we went in for the full game . . . . I won’t brag about who won 🤔
    After a day that actually seemed to fly by we retired to Rox once more, still with window open and bedded down for the night.
    The first day of racing is tomorrow - Stage 6 !!

    Song of the day:
    The Bartender & The Thief - Stereophonics
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  • Top Of The Mountain

    Jul 9–10 in France ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    After a fab night’s sleep we were up and about at 8.30am. We were met by the two wagging tails of Bilbo & Eddie as we exited Rox.
    The morning was spent chilling and eating breakfast - our own home produced honey (thank you bees) in weetabix is a new found delight for me.
    The traffic moving up and down the mountain at our spot had almost ceased due to road closures, but amateur cyclists by the bucket loads continued up and down and at our hairpin corner it was incredible that there wasn’t an accident as uppers and downers passed within inches.
    At 1450 and spot on time the first of the Tour caravan vehicles appeared over the mountain crest and down towards us. The frenzy of catching thrown goodies from the vehicles then commenced. Small children who missed some goodies were quite rightly handed their missed goodies by grown ups who had acted as kids for those brief seconds. The atmosphere was fantastic - just good honest enjoyment.
    The first riders were due at 4.30pm at our location and so we watched coverage of them climbing up the other side towards the summit, which meant we only then had a couple of minutes before they sailed past us.
    Just before the summit Tadej Pogacar broke away into the lead and was followed a short distance behind by Jonas Vingegaard. The normal two ‘ Prétendants’ to the crown at the end of the 21 day tour.
    A short while later both hurtled down to our location and round the hairpin on onwards to the finish. The next hour was spent watching single riders, small groups and finally the last main bunch descend past us.
    And there it was done for the day!
    At this point and unbelievably through the blazing sunshine we felt raindrops.
    As we had planned to move after the race in any case we started to pack up our belongings and camp equipment. The raindrops had eased when about 40 minutes later we said our goodbyes to Craig and Kate - and Bilbo and Eddie and we joined the masses descending the hill. How we didn’t have at least three cyclists under the van on the descent we will never know, the public on bikes were like ants around every vehicle and we saw at least two accidents. At the bottom a very friendly Gendarme was turning every motor vehicle around to go back up the hill and down the other side the way we had arrived, via La Mongie - Nightmare.
    15 minutes later we were waving goodbye to Craig and Kate once again as we drove back past them up the mountain.
    Our onward journey to our next destination near to Saint- Symphorien was due to take approximately 3.5 hours. When we reached the crest at Tourmalet we knew that was never going to happen. The traffic was at a standstill as far as could be seen, which from that location was a bloody long way downhill. It eventually took us 3.5 hours to get to the outskirts of Tarbes which should have taken 1 hour.
    Eventually from Tarbes we drove our return route to Pau and then the A65 up towards Roquefort.
    We stopped prior to Roquefort and pulled into an aire for the night. We had researched a local village for a bar to grab a drink and watch France v Morocco but without success.
    Once parked up we managed to get the France game on my phone weirdly by using the ITV hub app - which worked perfectly with no VPN needed.
    We had some nibbles and a couple of drinks before retiring to Rox to watch the second half. We made it to the second French goal and then decided that was enough for us and we called it a day.
    A fab day up the mountain, it’s really worth the effort, if not for the cycling for the views and atmosphere.
    Tomorrow we head for Stage 7 and we hope to get somewhere on the flat in the forest in the Landes area.
    Tadej Pogacar is a machine - but all of the riders are incredible!

    Song Of The Day:
    Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
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  • Perfect Day!

    Jul 10–11 in France ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

    So we were up at 6.30am and on the road just before 7.00am. We had about an hour and a half to drive to the spot we had identified in the forests of Landes. We intended to park south of Saint-Symphorien, anywhere that we could find a spot.
    We drove the A65 to Roquefort and then the A626 to Labrit where we found a fire break between the forest and tucked ourselves in - it being about 8.15am
    We had one car about 200m in one direction and a family with a pop up tent about the same distance the other direction. Other than that we were alone.
    After about half an hour we had a visit from the forestry guys to ensure we were not going to smoke or have a BBQ - looking at the ground you would have been mad to!
    We then sat on a very very peaceful road for a couple hours chillin’ in the ever increasing heat.
    Just after 12.15pm the caravan arrived which was a spectacle due to the length and flatness of the road and the road being an arched tree top affair.
    Tre and I had joked earlier that there would probably be very little thrown from the caravan as they would probably drive through quite quickly, due to the limited amount of people on the road. Despite and because of this we decided to have a competition to see who could snaffle the most freebies. We took one side of the road each!
    On arrival we were gobsmacked to find that nearly every vehicle was throwing items in our direction - we couldn’t keep up. The competition intensified with us shouting ‘have you got one of these?’ To the other - often the reply was ‘yes I got three’.
    Following the chaos we had a tally up Tre: 40 items Me: 55 items - Tre said I had cheated because I had acted the fool to the floats, which attracted more attention 😂
    Shortly after they had departed two Skoda cars arrived and parked either side of us, the occupants getting out and setting up small tables to eat their lunch. Tre and I decided not to hassle them for a free hat as we had about 20 each anyway.
    After their lunch one of the guys walked down and handed Tre what transpired to be one of their puddings which was unused and some crisps. After chatting we found he was no other than Julien Simon a former professional cyclist on the Tour, now working in the Tour Organisational Team. The other vehicle apparently had another ex Tour cyclist who was Colombian, his name I didn’t get.

    [Julien Simon (born 4 October 1985) is a French former road bicycle racer, who competed as a professional from 2008 to 2024.
    In his career, Simon competed for Crédit Agricole (2008), Sojasun (2009–2013), Cofidis (2014–2019),[7] and Team TotalEnergies (2020–2024). He took thirteen professional victories, including a record three victories at both the Grand Prix du Morbihan and the Tour du Finistère,[8][9] and two stage victories at the 2012 Volta a Catalunya.]

    After several chats and trips back to his car, he presented us with a second pudding and one of their metal food boxes, which they were issued daily and which he then told us to keep as a souvenir - a fab and totally unexpected gesture on his part.

    The race arrived around 2.30pm and again was a fantastic spectacle with the road completely full of the cyclists, motor vehicles and motor bikes - mayhem, again but in a good way. The cyclists were at a steady (not brake neck) speed so we had plenty of time to see them. As if we hadn’t had enough freebies today, a riders disguarded drinks bottle landed at my feet.
    I took photos today on my decent stills camera so those photos are to follow.

    The road re opened very quickly and we headed north generally towards Périgueux.
    We initially drove to Luxey and then north east, taking numerous unplanned roads until finally - very hot and bothered we arrived at Saint-Laurent-Sur-Manoire services.
    We had about an hour cool down in the air conditioned services, gulping down cold water. We also made use of the free showers to clean away the days dry dust and grime that had covered our legs and feet in the forest.
    We decided to get ourselves a decent meal tonight and sought out a few restaurants within ten minutes of us, but still on the outskirts of Périgueux, on an industrial site with cinemas and bars etc. We thought we may be able to find the World Cup football in a bar after our dinner.
    After setting off we headed for our chosen restaurant - Buffet Moderne in Landry, which is one of the huge buffet styled restaurants that we have found in various locations here. The food ranges from sushi, to Chinese, to Indian, to all meats - cold cuts or grills, burgers, pizza and pretty much everything else in between - for a set price.
    On arrival we were given a table and after placing our drinks order, our serving robot, whose name was Messi (on the back), delivered them - still not sure how they didn’t spill.
    We (I) stuffed ourselves silly on all manner of foods and as a bonus noticed a massive screen within the restaurant showing the football. We actually took little notice of the football, as outside the sky was darkening very quickly and not due to nightfall. The sky became incredibly threatening and then the winds started with debris outside the restaurant swirling in the air. I checked my weather app and no mention of bad weather - I checked my lightning app and saw what was coming. The area immediately below us and heading our way, had a massive lightning storm which was covering a huge area in a band across the country. When the lightning arrived it was spectacular. Our only concern was our safety sleeping in Roxvanne. Tre even checked ChatGBT on the dangers of sleeping in the open, in a tin can, in a lightning storm.
    After watching the storm outside for a good hour we decided to take our chances and venture out to Roxvanne and drive quickly back to the services, in the hope we could find a parking spot under one of the shelters.
    The drive back was slowed only by fallen trees and debris in the road, it was as if a small hurricane was passing.
    Back at the services we found a spot under partial cover and after using the facilities very quickly we hunkered down in the back and listened to the storm. It was only then for the very first time that any rain appeared - there had been none of any note up to that point.
    We both finally drifted off, with the alarm set for 7.15am and the hope we would not fry in the night.

    Song Of The Day:
    Eye Of The Hurricane - The Alarm
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  • Last Day - Stage 8

    July 11 in France ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    The alarm sounded at 7.15am and I was pleased to find that we hadn’t been fried in the van overnight by the lightning. The storm had not had any effect on the weather as the sun was already splitting the pavement.
    Tre grabbed some drinks and pastries from the services while I threw everything back into Rox ready to depart.
    Our intention was to go to a spot which was very close to the start of the race and to stay on the north side of the road being used by the race. This meant we could escape straight after the cyclists had passed and not be prohibited in doing this by the road closures . . . We had an appointment late afternoon to collect two pooches and quite a trip to get there!
    The drive that on Google maps said 9 minutes turned into about half an hour, as the mapping had a moment when it found it couldn’t get us across a railway line that it obviously thought it could.
    Just before 9 am we were parked on the spot we had identified. Parked up in the shade I started to eat my croissant when a guy in a car approached and appeared to be giving me a piece of his mind as he drove past and then manoeuvred and parked back behind us. I ignored him and wondered if his comments were for someone on his hands free mobile and not me. He clambered from his car, put on a high viz too and wandered off. A few minutes later he returned and started to speak to Teresa. It transpired he had been driving around his area since 4am clearing debris from the storm and checking parts of the Tour route. He was Portuguese but living with his family nearby and was actually a really nice guy. Our guess about the phone call discussion had been proved right - he had been a little stressed with someone but not us. In any case he then droooed the bombshell that the road we were on (our escape road) had been highlighted for a road closure until 3pm - gulp!
    Thankfully he then directed us to what he thought was the perfect spot for us to view and then escape with no road closures - only we only had five minutes to get there! Back in Rox we sped to where he had sent us and found a lovely spot under the trees for Rox to stay cool, while we walked 30m to the road side with our chairs to await the caravan and the race. The little country road was filling nicely with locals all along the shaded side of the road, so we joined the line along the verge.
    The caravan arrived about 11.15am and Tre and
    I took one side of the road each. The only onstacke to me winning the competition once more was a fairly large, no hefty - actually rather fat woman who insisted on constantly moving backwards to close my catch area while giving herself a large (well it was needed)section of coverage. I consoled myself with the thought of my treasures from yesterday. The caravan was brilliant once again and great fun with all the locals. There were a couple of small children with parents next to Teresa and so after the caravan we handed them our meagre haul, mostly sweets and some other small bits.
    The sun moved and so did everyone along the road - to the other side of the road to make most use of the tree shade as we were back in the high 30’s for temperature.
    At approximately 1.30pm the cyclists appeared exactly as per the official magazine timings had predicted. A small one man and then two man breakaways followed by the main peloton. That was the last of our tour sightings for this year!
    We grabbed our chairs, hurriedly walked back to Rox and threw them in. We were then in and off - our drive home had started.
    We drove the back roads to La Raffinie and then generally north to Les Giroux and then onto Thiviers. This stretch of the journey took us through one of the large wine producing regions of France, with fields of vines as far as you could see. We then headed west to Brantôme and north west to the outskirts of Angoulême. Just west of Champniers we got back onto the familiar N10 heading north home.
    We drive into the driveway of home at 4.30pm, quickly got some essential bags from Rox and then jumped in the car to drive to collect the boys. We were back home with Loup & Sticky by 6.30pm - both of whom seemed to have had as good a time as we had, as all four of us then settled down for a little snooze.
    Just over 6 days had flown by. We had been baked by the constant canicule every day and then boiled both whilst driving Rox and sleeping in her overnight. We were dusty, sore eyed from the hot dry winds while driving with windows open and generally completely knackered . . . But we have loved it and will do it all again, probably next year!
    Allez Le Tour De France!
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  • Trip end
    July 11, 2026