Right so, you might remember the rain-soaked day we left Ireland? Where the moisture dripped from our clothes and our helmets? Well, the moisture is back but now it’s on the inside – I’m perspiring and Denis is sweating. It reached a high of 36 degrees (Celsius) today. We packed lightly… except for warm bike gear which we wore, which we were still wearing until half an hour ago. Now we have to find a strong bag to wrap it all up in and tie it to the top of one of the panniers (there’s no room inside!)
(Very hot sun – very good for growing flowers and food…. not relationships)
Stress levels are high after nine hours on the hot road and there’s talk of irregularities with the planning. I did the planning… might have underestimated the effort involved in getting to Italy in four days….. might be a little frosty (not the weather) around here for the next few days.
So, in an effort to jolly things up a bit as we rode silently along I started thinking about all the things I’ve under appreciated about living in a wet, damp country….. the temperature (how bad is 13 degrees?), an overcast day (we all need an excuse to sit by the telly), the soft rain (yet again Isabel you are right! (Isabel is from Spain)), the smell of wet footpaths (who doesn’t love that?)
(Cute little windmill on road to Germany)
Starting to feel a bit better already. Maybe it’s the warm shower and the cold beer?
Until tomorrow, Mairead.