So Much So Little Time

We have been enjoying beautiful French riding. Small country roads connecting tiny villages, farm fields and forests. Not to mention the weather is beautiful, absolutely perfect, we could do with a little less wind, but the temperature is perfect and the forecast is for sun! One afternoon we were distractred by a filed of newly born sheep. We were hoping if we stuck around long enough we might witness a birth, however after almost an hour we moved on. We have been confronted with amazing helpful people even with our limited language skills. We had help finding an amazing little campground with the nicest Dutch family (they spoke English) running it, and because we were cyclist and they were not technically open, they offered it for free. Check it out: http://www.lagrossetalle.com/uk/camping/
If you are ever wandering around the French country side near Melle this is the place to stay. I would recommend your wandering to happen in April to catch the yellow fields that stretch more miles of a plant very similar to mustard.
In the past couple weeks we have been waiting more the arrival of Georgia's parents, Kenny and Megan, who were to find us once they arrived in Paris. Kenny was to bike with us and Megan was going to enjoy the French country side via car and and perhaps a chateaux or two. After biking a good morning we rolled into a town two days before they were to arrive and stumbled upon a medical festival. With bagpipes strumming, men on stilts and people in armor we decided we had to stay. We enjoyed the afternoon even participating in a tug of war, or side won of course. We made our way up to our campground ready to accomplish a good distance at day break. After making it to the grocery store with good timing we decided to stick around for another day. It would be convenient for Kenny and Megan to find us and there was plenty of exciting events and people to see. By the afternoon just after Gen and I got roped into some sort of dance game Kenny and Megan arrived finding us surprisingly quickly. We hadn't moved all day and stand out pretty well, plus Megan speaks French (extremely helpful). It was great to see them and speak English with people other then each other. Plus they brought a Tate's bag full of goodies, always an excitement. We enjoyed an amazing French meal, which we hadn't had because we had been waiting for Megan for help deciphering a French menu. We went to bed sleepy and tummies full ready for our first day of riding. . .

To be continued.

Photo (top to bottom): an ancient structure in France; country side shadows; sheep and lamb field; Lucy and her favorite vegetable.