About 4 km (2.5 miles) round trip
While we all talk about the big, iron butt days we have this was not one of them. We had a trip to the beach and grocery store. Not exactly a big day of riding today. In the morning, we went over to the beach to swim and like good Englishmen, sit under a tree talking about how hot it was. On the way back, we called at the grocery store for dinner supplies.
Mac needed proof for his wife Fiona that he did actually get into the water. I can attest, he did. I can also personally validate that the water was cold. This isn’t getting into the Mediterranean or Gulf of MexicoAmerica. This is a river fed lake coming out of the Alps. It is a long way from the alps mind you.
The picture above does not do justice to the view we had and the beautiful scenery from the lake shore. It was absolutely gorgeous. Behind the trees across the lake is La Loir, not Le Loire, but a tributary anyway.
Or if not height, the Fitzpatrick scale. Let’s see if the man of science really knows his science. We could also use the Ferriman-Gallwey scale if it tickles his fancy.
Once again, I was showing off my RayBan Metas. Mac, thought this would be how he appeared if the wearer was on LSD. He is a man of science so it could well be but I have no clue.
Lisa pointed out today that all that we seem to do is eat and drink. She is really not wrong. At some level I feel like we are striving for memories the Grand Budapest Hotel. Not the decrepit state but the former glory.
Here we are getting ready to eat dinner. Mark did a fantastic job of cleaning and grilling the fish. They were delicious along with the salad and a pastis/beer. I always forget, even though I have bottle of 51 at home, how good and refreshing pastis can be. It can also make it really hard to climb the stairs to the bedroom #patiohomesrule.
