Col de Joux Plane our sixth Tour de France pass. A sign at 740 metres with 1000 metres up hill climbing to go, I did wonder what I was doing! I was about to cycle the height of Scafell Pike the highest mountain in the Lake District. Overcast skies made it easier and my favourite granny gear put into slow action, energy bars at the ready and a view at the top which promised Mont Blanc and off we went.
Passing sleepy hamlets with chalets and Alpine huts brimming with flowers, a friendly 'Bonjour' as we passed farmers and locals enjoying their lunch. Smells of barbecue and sauces to entice.
Cycling through pastures of flowers and quiet woodlands. Snowy mountain peaks coming into view, guessing the names 'The Dru? Mont Joie ah Mont Blanc.
I was delighted to make it too the top and with breath to spare. But not a sunny day? This will be saved for next week when artists will be overcome with joy at such a vista to paint. I've found a suitable cafe with tarts of fruits and a cosy interior.
But one little problem ear plugs could be needed for the sounds of Cow bells ringing singing tunes from the Sound of music.
Looking forward to seeing you here next week.
Doh a deer a female deer laa....... Well there isn't a line for a cow!
The decent down to Giffre Valley