Everybody loves Romans

So today, Wednesday, is the day of rest.
Peeps deciding to do their own thing and nothing planned meant a number of choices. Iain headed off towards Pont for some new climbs he'd scoped out, David and Miles also headed for the hills,  the girls and Jason stayed in town for a mooch and Matty and I plumped for a flat route to Romans, where the girls had been earlier in the week. The route took us down the cycle path we had visited earlier in the week and staying on track landed us in Romans-sur-isère. After a quick café, we popped over-the-counter river to Bourg-de-péage a town twinned with East Grinstead no less, the resemblances are uncanny! We were denied a pizza in a restaurant because we wanted to share. Instead, we went to a nearby boulangerie for a pizza slice and baguette melt which we enjoyed sat by the river in the thankfully less intense sunshine (very romantic).  We took the same route back and enjoyed the flat, scenic but windy 20odd miles.
Back at the ranch, others were making there way back also, we met to catchpole end of today's tour stage then headed off to the supermarche for supplies. Meanwhile, Iain had prepared a delicious meal of spag bol for everyone which we all wolfed down. Now it's just packing the bikes ready for tomorrow's ascent of l'Alpe d'Huez. A climb with strong connections to cycling and the tour de France. Reports of Dave having tackled it before in just over 1hour has set the gauntlet of riding it in less than 60 minutes. Time will tell if any of us are capable but I think just making it to the top is a massive achievement in its own right.
So there we are, an uneventful day, apart from the donkey dicks and my holiday romance with prudence (not related btw), with plenty of rest and a good breakfast we will be well on our way to a real leg buster.
Bon-nuit.
Tom

p.s Dave says hello Mum!