A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Truckin'
By this point we've already cycled all the way back and past Chateaudun. We'd had a bit of bovver trying to find a more direct way through, that involved a bit of dismounting so that Pips could avoid traffic, in spite of the fact it was alway's friendly. But eventually we got on the right track, stopped to eat a bit of the brioche we'd bought earlier and a peach each that we'd bought two day's previously. Delicious.
Moléans again
I know Moléans is behind me but that's because I turned around so Pips could take a snap.
