Shapely male bottoms in Lycra

Our sleepy little village came alive with the whirr of derailleur gears this afternoon.

I've never had the slightest interest in cycle racing - a drawback if you live in a cycle-mad place like Belgium - but must admit that the sight of waxed legs and shapely male bottoms in Lycra made a welcome change from the usual parade of muddy tractors going past the door.



If anyone's interested, backblips from our week in England start here.