It was our last ride out this morning. We set off at about 8.30 a.m. and it was cold but sunny. The heavy dew sparkled in the sunlight. I was concentrating hard as I pedalled up a steep rise, focusing on the road and trying to avoid fallen chestnuts. A sudden movement to my right caught my attention and there, looking at me in wonder (what was this puffing apparition in pink lycra?) were three young deer standing in the meadow just a few feet away. They were so sweet, their dark eyes and black little noses. I stopped and we just looked at each other before they eventually bounded away into the trees.
We cycled past the lake, the water levels still very low. There were some baby coypus playing along the grassy banks and a heron took flight as we went by. It was all very bucolic.
We climbed Les Chenes for the last time this year and suddenly the peace and quiet was interrupted by a procession of four- wheel drive vehicles careering along the lanes. All the occupants were wearing orange Day-Glo caps and jackets. Autumn is a beautiful season in France – gorgeous countryside in a blaze of autumnal colours but it also heralds the start of the hunting season. I hope my pretty trio stayed safe today.