Showing posts with label Santander. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santander. Show all posts

Friday, 18 August 2017

Trial and failure

We decided that it would be a good idea to do a test run with the bikes fully loaded to be followed by a night in the tent.

Initially my mad idea was to go camping away from home to simulate 'real' conditions but I was soon persuaded that it is not necessary - after all the house and the campsite is less than a mile apart. No need to spend money on a fake night - just camp in the back garden!

Anyway, we packed all the panniers and did our short 9 mile circuit ride. My bike performed very well - almost sighing with relief that it's finally a touring bike as that is what it's been since birth. At some very slight ups I felt I had a bit of a load but generally it was just another very pleasant ride.

Back home we unpacked the tent and proceeded with setting it up. The tent is daughter's borrowed by us and slightly bigger - a 3 man dome with an enclosed porch - than Mr B's 2 man (very) older version (never would've worked anyway as it is too small to put our panniers in for the night and it also tapers down towards the feet so sleeping mats wouldn't have fitted ).

Mr B will need to embrace patience which isn't always his virtue. Despite the 3 Atom being a much smaller tent than our large polycotton which we usually take to France, there was some impatience when poles got slightly stuck when they were threaded through. Careful now - don't want to sit with a ripped tent even before we've set off! I can see dark days after each ride when we need to pitch and both of us are tired.

So pitching done (with arguments about where it should be pitched on the back grass) and both mats and sleeping bags unfolded, mat and pillow inflated (very easy!) and ready for the night we went back into the house for an evening in comfy chairs and dinner before retiring to the cold English outdoors at 10pm.

Falling asleep was easy but it didn't last long. I woke up with my arms freezing despite being inside the sleeping bag and after employing all types of warming up tricks like rubbing arms, curling up, lying on my front, I just couldn't go back to sleep. Time? 2.30am

"Are you awake" I ask
"I am now" muffled reply from the dark shape next to me
"I am absolutely freezing!"
"Do you want to go back inside?"
"Yes please..."

Well that was the end of our English tent trial.

Despite the failure to stay the night, lessons were learnt.

1. Patience when pitching is paramount
2. How to inflate my sleeping mat
3. How to fold both my sleeping mat and bag away in the morning making small packs of both of them
4. Don't forget you need layers when sleeping in a thin tent! Memories of French nights springs to mind when the nights really cool down despite very hot days
5. When repacking the panniers make sure that they are the same height so that the rackbag doesn't look like it's about to fall off!

Better next time in Brittany!

Posing at the Village shop just after our trial run
We thought it worth that you see the load from behind!
Tent pitched in the backgarden ready for the nights' inhabitants
The porch area of the tent was useful to store our luggage in the night

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Two days before departure

Welcome to my blog!

My assumption is that this blog will primarily be read by those interested in doing the same trip so for their benefit, I will post as much as possible to help with the pre-planning, the route, the packing and the whole trip. You probably searched online for St.Malo or Santander - or maybe just cycling abroad. Which ever way you landed here, I am pleased you found me! 

Anticipation, stress, excitement - all words that can define my fluctuating mood at the moment.
This trip has been in planning for years now.  To be exact, five years ago we cycled Eurovelo 15 from Basel to Rotterdam and got totally hooked on the the slow motion way to do a tour. Ever since coming back, we've been thinking about what we can do next and for some reason, cycling from St Malo to Santander was our next dream trip. It's been so long ago that we decided this is the one that I can't quite remember why. Might be the French influence as we camp annually in France and have come across touring cyclist with heavily laden bikes, pedalling away under the bright French sun.
"I wish I was them" was most probably what lead us to today - counting the hours down to our departure.