Pump. Lock. Keys for lock (which is annoying, as you only realise once the lock is safely locked). Money, which I discovered after eating the cake and drinking the tea. Lights and map, which led to me being 20 miles off course in the dark.
A fleece. That wasn't forgotten, exactly, but I'd decided not to take it as Provence will be warm, even in November.
No. No it won't. Not at night.
That reminds me - it wasn't the worst but potentially the worst thing I forgot. If you've heard the story before, just ignore me.
Touring in Northumberland, stayed on Lindisfarne, locked bikes outside tourist info while we wandered around to look at things and waited for the tide to go out. Cycled onto mainland by the coast, eventually decided to stop and wander on the beach after locking our bikes to a fence. Luckily, very luckily, I said to OH "Just let me check I've got my keys before you close the lock."
Frantic hunt for keys. Look in guidebook for phone no of tourist info on Lindisfarne, phone - yes, someone left keys on the pavement outside.
Phew.
But tide is now in, so proceed to Berwick to B&B. Next day OH has to cycle back to Lindisfarne to get my keys then catch me up on the planned route.
So it was nearly a disaster. The fence in question was well away from roads/garages that might have had wire cutters etc had we actually locked the bikes and been unable to unlock them again!
(Some people do not like them.)
