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You can make out there the motorway I was about to go under about a hundred yards away.  It alway's makes me feel slightly smug when I'm rolling along on the quietest country lanes, past fragrant wild flowers and flitting butterflies to suddenly come across lots of angry sounding motorists dashing along with thousands of other motorists dashing along. 

I was just a fraction too late taking this photo, a moment before and all three horses where facing inwards their noses touching.  Chatting perhaps.

The wonderful thing about early starts is the light.  Being low it throws everything into relief and with the weather suddenly much better it was doubly pleasant.

The weather had been better since about St Hippolyte.  Not that it had been all bad but it was, apparently, the worse July since records began.  I'd only been seriously rained on twice but normally, starting in the north of France, I get slowly accustomed to the heat as I make my way south.  This time it had been like being in England, cool and raining, right until St Hippolyte then bang, hot.

Not that I'm complaining.  Especially not today, it's warm, I'm within a few kilometres from the Med, though I won't actually see it today, I'm going to meet up with friends and it's flat going.

Vias is full of campsites in what is a very flat, perhaps slightly marshy area.  On the left here is some sort of entertainment park too, definitely the touristy end of camping.

I'd found the right way this time and was cruising along heading for the Canal du Midi.