The road to Abbeville…

The road to Abbeville – wasn’t that a song?

Maybe not, but that’s the road we took this morning. After collapsing in a heap into bed last night, I was convinced that I would be asleep before the head hit the pillow. However, for some reason, that wasn’t the case and I didn’t have the good night sleep that I really needed.

The alarm at 6 wasn’t music to the ears! However, onwards and upwards so after a quick breakfast, we loaded up the van, donned our kit and set off for a mere 73 miler today.

The route took us through some beautiful scenery and we had the opportunity to chill and enjoy the ride more than yesterday. Fortunately, I’ve tagged onto a group of guys who know what they’re doing and they’re great at giving me the support that I need to get me up the hills. And today there was a fair few of them as we meandered through northern France from Calais to Abbeville.

A pretty quick 26 miles took us to the first drink point, followed by another 23 miles to lunch, which had been set up on the banks of a large fishing pond, or as the local tourist information centre would have you believe, a small lake! Lunch was lovely – it’s amazing what you can do when you set your mind to it.

The afternoon flew by, taking in some cracking views and finishing with a great downhill run into Abbeville. Got to the hotel around 3:20, showered and went down to chill with the lads, cheering as each group of the enlarged team arrived back.

Shattered now, ready for bed but looking forward to a 61 miler tomorrow to Beauvais.

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