It has been another glorious day of cycling – thanks in large part to the feat of engineering that is the V3 cycle path, which flattened the lumpy Breton terrain and carried us all the way from Plöermel to Questembert on smooth tarmac.
We rode along avenues of trees alive with birdsong…
… or through broad expanses of farmland, with not a vehicle in sight.
We took a detour mid-morning to visit the picturesque village of Malestroit…
Where, unaccountably, what sounded like French 80s pop was being piped into the square by loadspeaker.
Despite the incongruous accompaniment, I’m pleased to say I finally nailed the coffee order…
Satisfactorily caffeinated for once, we powered back up the hill to the voie verte. Lunchtime found us in the almost equally pretty town of Questembert, with its historic market hall…
And goat’s cheese salad that came with unexpected additional ingredients #vegetarianfail
But on the plus side, the place mats obligingly set out our day’s route.
Guillaume the Garmin has been on best behaviour so far, but threw in this little beauty just before the end of the day. Optimised for road riding you say?
You’re having a laugh…
All was forgiven when it led us quite quickly to a cycle path into Damgan, where our friend Isabelle and her boys were waiting to greet us, and ply us with all manner of local delicacies. All excellent preparation (if we can sleep for our groaning stomachs) for our long ride tomorrow, to Nantes.
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