Mad dogs and English cyclists go out in the morning sun.
While everyone else in the hamlet was up early this morning and wisely watering their potagers, Paul and Susan donned their lycra and set forth on their bicycles. Cycling through the wooded valleys was gloriously cool, with the scent of honeysuckle in the air but all good things come to an end. In no time at all we were back out into full sunshine and tackling the long climb home. At least we got back home before the full heat of the day.
The forte chaleur of the next two days, with temperatures rising to 40 degrees, will see the bikes parked in the barn and we will have to wait for cooler weather before we venture out again. This old stone house keeps remarkably cool providing we keep the shutters closed during the day. If things get too hot we resort to switching on the air conditioning unit. I really get upset if the ice melts too quickly in my martini.