Kyriad Toulon Est-La Garde
Travel Blogs from La Garde
... countryside with a nice lake and buildings with the style and grandeur of the 19th century. It has a walled medieval area on its highest hill and boasts an authentic medieval belfry, wooden frame houses and fortifications which date from 1495.
The day started well. We managed to get away earlier than usual and hit the ground running, retracing our steps for about 5k of yesterday's entry into Nevers. This was wonderful for it meant no stops on every corner to ...
... April 2000 by well-known figures from the world of literature and journalism.
A pleasant day's ride with both the Loire and the Lateral Canal as our companions, crossing between each a few times during the stage. We were feeling a bit nostalgic knowing this was our last day of the Loire part of the Eurovelo 6 route that we are following so enjoyed our time by the river, finding a bench seat by a peaceful section to have our lunch stop.
... looking youth in plimsolls who sped by on his moped, stopped a few hundred feet ahead, jumped off and bolted into a doorway. Put me in mind of one of those movies where all the village folk hide from strangers. There obviously was some life around here sometimes because we noticed they had their own amateur dramatic society!
Setting off again down the tiniest of country lanes, we headed towards Vichy. On arrival, I think it is fair ...
New year came and went, the CV joint was fixed, along with a couple of other niggling jobs such as rebuilding the fuel pump and resetting the engine timing. The latter fixed another big problem we had been experiencing on the van. Soon the dark nights became shorter and before long we had visitors of our own joining us; PM's sister Fi and her partner Graham fae far flung Orkney made the death defying plane journey off the island to make their debut visit ...
... very healthy. The first job of the day for me was to gather grass for the goats, from a field 3 minutes out of town. Mr. H and I would get into his car loaded up with a scythe, a rake and 8 large buckets. Mr. H would then drive the half a mile on a tiny road to the field at 80 miles an hour without demisting the windscreen, get the scythe out of the boot and set about the grass, slashing left right and centre, his bare legs flapping about in his Wellingtons like 2 ...
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility