That boy is nowt but trouble...

Tuesday... Forsooth and hey nonny nonny, we have finally been joined by the miscreant of our brethren, brother Peter.

The reunion was less than romantic, taking place in one of the less attractive service stations along the A63. However, we welcomed Pete back into the fold and we all, as one, set forth for Biarritz. The weather is doing us huge favours and we have yet to see a drop of rain. The trip to Biarritz took us along the coast road, unfortunately the coast was never actually in sight... unlike several industrial estates and huge areas of managed forest. A mere three miles from our destination I narrowly missed riding over a small brick lying in the road, so did Tony. Pete, however, who must have been daydreaming about when the knighthood will come through and if he'll similarly get his own series like his mentor and idol... Lord Sugar, didn't. The brick knackered Pete's wheel and the Honda was left for the night unceremoniously at the side of the road.

Biarritz, like Le Mans and La Rochelle before it, appeared to be closed... either that or there just isn't much going on there. I was kind of expecting it to be the Monte Carlo of the west coast. In fact it was more like Belper but by the sea. A pleasant evening ensued which climaxed when Pete fell asleep on the toilet in the restaurant, well...he had had a long day and true to form the rest of us did nothing but try to get a few incriminating photos and laughed our socks off.

The next morning we managed to get Pete's bike recovered to a Honda dealership in Bayonne and within an hour it was fixed and back on the road. It was a team effort and thanks especially must go to Reidy who went for a leisurely breakfast and then departed on his way to Andorra while we were all out sweating in the morning sun.