Just the two of us now, and the Aber boys have taken the sun back with them...even as we leave town to do the Izoard we are in leg warmers, gilets and gloves...not a good sign.
If you don't know the Izoard, it actually starts in the middle of town. 17km of climbing with some respite in the middle. The last 3 km look like intestines spilled out on the mountain and supported by concrete to stop them slithering back down. Check out the video of Alan grovelling up the last section.
It is so cold at the top that all we can do is a U-turn and head back. A shame, I was hoping for a longer ride today, but I'm frozen.
We head to the old town and install ourselves in a cafe for a spell. The cafe owner tells us that it was like this all last month and only warmed up on the day we arrived...which would explain all the flies around the house, the amned things were all hatching.
A quick meal in town, a few beers, clean the house and half pack for tomorrow. The bikes stay as they are though...there is time for one more ride!
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