Cycling in France

It’s not often I get my bike out of the shed. It has been slowly seizing up since we moved here. But so have I been (‘seizing up’, that is, not ‘in the shed’). So it was high time I got us both back on the road. Twenty years ago I was a keen and eager cyclist, tackling the hills and valleys of Norfolk with great enthusiasm every Sunday morning. Well, starting mid-morning and finishing at a pub at midday really, but you get the idea. I could cycle 30 kilometres without recourse to medical equipment, despite my high consumption of alcohol and cigarettes.