A largely uneventful day was noteworthy for a few things: Tom opened up a new front on his cycling short tan lines, gaining another inch of red skin.
And we were reminded of the relative nature of value as after over 40 miles and 4 hours in the heat we still hadn't found anything to eat, with every village we passed deserted for the Bastille weekend. We finally came across an oasis of Pringles and Coke, imagining what that first drop would taste like after days in the desert.
Also it was possibly our last day of sun on the trip, with updates coming in from Dad (our resident 24hr weather reporter) of rain on it's way.
A straightforward 62 mile blast across undulating, windy wheat fields has left us in Dijon with a scheduled rest day to look forward to. We arrived, ate and crashed out.
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