Rain like no tomorrow

I woke up to rain, and stayed in the tent till it let up a bit. Rolled up the wet tent in a drizzle, and set off from the forest. The road was shiny and wet and I pedaled on hoping for a break.

By the time I got to large monument at Arc-et-Senan, I was already dripping wet. The supermarket had a cafe in the front, so I took shelter there with fresh bread, a gazpacho and chocolate eclair. The rain outside became a downpour, splashing and washing Schopper outside.

I cycled out again when it reduced, but it never stopped. I went past more pastures, rode along the Doubs for a bit and then turned off near the village of Noiron to camp on some luscious grass. Just before sunset, the sky lets the sun shine through. Just enough to feel the magic of a golden evening.Read more