Quite a contrast for our first day.
Breakfast in the Ace Cafe, an iconic biker caff from the '50s, was all bacon, beans and a slice. It set us up for the ride out of London. The Met's finest escorted us to the M25 and then we were off to Folkestone and the train.
A cancelation put us behind plan so the group stuck to the Autoroute to Reims (That's pronounced Rhems not Reems according to Patrick).
A few of us didn't know about the change of plan and had a wonderful, if longer, ride through NE France. Open roads, good Tarmac and sweeping bends. What's not to like?
Late arrival meant the pre-prandial beer was rushed but we made it to Brasserie Flo for a lovely dinner and a glass of the local fizz.
Breakfast in the Ace Cafe, an iconic biker caff from the '50s, was all bacon, beans and a slice. It set us up for the ride out of London. The Met's finest escorted us to the M25 and then we were off to Folkestone and the train.
A cancelation put us behind plan so the group stuck to the Autoroute to Reims (That's pronounced Rhems not Reems according to Patrick).
A few of us didn't know about the change of plan and had a wonderful, if longer, ride through NE France. Open roads, good Tarmac and sweeping bends. What's not to like?
Late arrival meant the pre-prandial beer was rushed but we made it to Brasserie Flo for a lovely dinner and a glass of the local fizz.
Must feel wonderful to finally be underway. Enjoy a glass of fizz on me
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