Sunday, 27 March 2011


21st 86k's

I wake a little surprised by the cold - barely above a frost by my guess. Once outside the tent I'm greeted by sun filtering through the trees. Pack up, inhale three oranges, and hit the road.

I make good pace thanks to a tail wind. By three o'clock I'm close to Turin and looking for somewhere to camp. An unfamiliar scene catches my eye. I wheel my bike down to a wooded area. The recent heavy rains have flattened all the dead foliage onto each tree limb and stump making quite a spooky but beautiful sight. I don't camp as the farmers working in field. But explore and then move on. Spend the afternoon reading in a park. When the light fades I seek out a campspot - boat storage area on the river bank.

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