Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to have a Covid booster jab a few days before the planned departure. Sunday was spent doing my best impression of a man close to death. I’m well practised at this after many cases of man flu ! Fortunately by Monday I was able to turn my mind to packing, so that by Tuesday morning I was able to have a very relaxed start to my trip. Helped by my wonderful wife, ferrying me to the airport.
After the usual airport experience of long queues (even at fast track), a very unhealthy second breakfast in the BA lounge and a fashionably delayed flight, it was off to Nice.
Unusually, I was travelling in the back, but my fellow travellers in the row were anything but common. Fashionably dressed elderly ladies who looked and sounded as if they should be at the front. The conversation ranged from Chopin, to the range of Gins on board “surely you only need Gordons” to visiting their son’s hacienda in Argentina. For some reason they had decided that I was to be their factotum for the trip, stowing and unstowing their baggage as required and opening their water bottles ! I must have done this with mote than my usual grace, as at the end of the flight they declared to those around us, that they wanted me to accompany them on the rest of their trip.
Making a quick escape, it turned out Nice airport was rather.. er nice ! Clean, modern and efficient. I was soon on my way to the hotel where I quickly settled in. Once unpacked, the bike was reassembled and taken for a quick test ride. Fortunately all was good. So tomorrow ready to ride
The forecast for the week had been for wall to wall sun. Sadly it now looks like it will become progressively wetter from tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully, I will still be able to ride, otherwise I will have to take in some culture !
Steady Pedals 