La Vélodyssée - An Atlantic Cycle - Part One
I hadn’t always been a cyclist. And I definitely wouldn’t class myself as a proper cyclist even now. In fact, I was once so poor at cycling that not so long ago I had to be rescued by my friend’s dad on a route that could have been no longer than five miles, because my legs had gone. Looking back that’s pretty embarrassing. With that memory, at the time, relatively fresh in my mind, i’m not quite sure what encouraged me to quit my job and head off on at 1200km cycle down the western coast of France, but i’m glad I did.