Ride to Switzerland

I promise that Shania Twain has nothing to do with it (for anyone who knows me, this comment will make perfect sense. For those of you who don't, please ignore everything I ever say) - but this morning as we peeled open the twee polka dot curtains of the purring Cheequey Bus to a scorching view of the mountains,( just waking up as the sun pours over them for the first time,) I enabled a heavy request;

"Can we ride to Switzerland today please?"

By early afternoon we'd begun a feast of uphill mental games, switching bikes from time to time; it was either nice N light, but with buggered gears or heavy as anything but touring gears to feed crumbling legs. Flitting between marvelling with welled up eyes at the houndingly gobsmacking surroundings and focussing on getting though each metre ascent made a great balance of time spent. A huge break-wrenching descent into Switzerland saw us literally pedal over the border, and straight back into France - just so, you know, we could say we'd ridden to another country like.

First bit of proper alpine riding - a completely different story. Gots to get some more of it done before the snow comes.

Today's ride.