L'échappée

I escaped the preparations for Mme A's party long enough to cycle a few kilometres and watch some guys go by on bikes. The peleton was well stretched out so I could cheer on Froome (see extra) who was riding in the slipstream of three team mates.

As I found out on the way back when riding into the strong wind, I could tuck into the slipstream of a guy on a road bike and keep with him for a couple of kilometres as we overtook another guy on a road bike. It's easy when someone else does the work ;-)

All is in hand for tonight's party: just 70 for a meal in the local indoor boules arena. Booked with the help of a couple of bottles of whisky, with paella for all prepared by a cousin of A who cooks for the local primary school. Ah, la France profonde!