Riding in France: Arriving in Amiens

I am slowly transcribing the long-hand diary entries from my midlife gap-year and turning them into blog posts. I’ve reached the mornign of the 106th day as I awake in a municipal camping ground in Poix-de-Picardie, France. Monday 7 September In the night I have pulled on my jumper, my beanie. But once the extra

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