This was 11th August, on holiday in France. Not a cycling holiday, but I had my MTB with me.
The flat countryside would have been perfect for fast road riding in cooler weather, but I was happy to potter at a slower speed.
I threw a GPX together and headed out, no particular towns, destinations or landmarks, just a meander through farmland about 60 miles west of Paris.
A woodland path in the UK is usually a rutted bridleway choked with brambles., but I started with this bit of woodland tarmac which was seemingly built to the standards of a racetrack., and beautifully shaded too. Lovely.
After 3 miles the trees gave way to farmland. I was cool whilst moving but got my first blast of heat when I stopped to take a photo of the parched fields.
The track joined a small road past houses and a large cemetery at the outskirts of a town. I wasn't interested in going into urban landscapes, so turned and headed back out into farmland again. The landscape was dotted with water-towers, farmhouses and agricultural buidings, but I was loving the novelty and adventure of cycling in another country.
Even the trains put me in a holiday mood, with cute graphics on the carriages instead of ugly spray paint.
But holy hell I had the sun beating down on me, and the land was arid. Sunflowers were over, which felt right, but maize looked seriously stunted and dry. Some harvested fields looked more desert than arable.
Felt too hot for riding, so I cut short my ride and headed back, passing an apparently empty chateau and stables.
Finished with just over 15 miles on the clock, in an unhurried 82 minutes, but felt seriously overheated. My Garmin data revealed it was 99F, 37.2 C. My hottest ride ever!
Only a short ride, but wonderful fun, and it revived my long-standing dream of doing some cycle touring one day. Maybe the Loire Valley....