Day two…..
The answer to the great mystery of the strange strap, taped to the lady’s screen, can now be revealed. By chance she was loading up her bike, when I was leaving, so I took the opportunity to engage her in bikermate banter. It is, to be fair, a bodge of quite remarkable genius. The mount for her sat nav had broken, the strap is there to support the mount and GPS device in place.
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Now that I’d answered on of life’s great mysteries, I could set off to ride the 280 mile cross-country (non-motorway) route to the border with Germany.
Leaving St Omer at 07:45, I trundled my way to St Pol for breakfast , to a cafe and excellent bakery I know, with very good parking just across the road:
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The bakery was quite busy, not least as buying bread is a national sport in France:
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My breakfast croissant (and my lunch) bought, I could sit and enjoy my coffee in the cafe next door:
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Then it it was off again, along the D roads of France, skirting Arras and Cambrai, to stop about an hour and a half later at another cafe I know, for an Orangina.
The cafe is on the main drag through the small town of Inchy. It’s a useful place know as it’s a good place to stop after rolling off the Chunnel if you then take the motorway to Cambrai:
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It’s as French as you like, with (naturally enough) the horse racing and Lotto being run:
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The owner is a nice chap, who now half recognises me, not least as I have stopped there quite regularly and always try to engage with him in Franglais.
As 280 miles across France and Belgium on D roads is a decent schlep, I didn’t stop too often en-route to take pictures. But, as I have ridden the roads quite a few times, I mark my progress in my mind with things that I recognise or half-remember. A good example is the large church of St Peter at Soire le Chateau. It appears like some sort of strange thing from science fiction, as you ride into the town on the dead straight road:
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Somewhere along the way, I crossed from France into Belgium, though cannot remember seeing the border signs. The only clue I got was when I noticed that the town and road signs had changed.
To be continued as it’s time for breakfast… and it’s raining! Hoorah!