coffee when half a dozen other foreign bikers turned up and after giving us the
once over they decided that we looked a difficult lot so they sat down outside.
So despite three road closures, no tour guide at the windmill, and the jolly
gendarme turning us around, the French could not spoil what was a excellent
day and not being the most natural of biker’s moll, I can honestly say that I
thoroughly enjoyed the weather, the food, the open roads and most of all the
company – a really happy, easy going group of people who all seemed to get
on well with each and enjoyed the day. We all got home safely without any
mishaps which is the best thing of all, and I also filled the drinks cabinet up
which once home, bike put to bed, and swapping big boots for slippers we
both imbibed in a congratulatory drink on a very successful and happy day. I
slept well that night – it is very tiring on the back of a bike!