Saturday, July 5, 2014
The start of the river path is marked by a group of three tall and majestic aspens. (I do love the French word for the tree: le tremble). Is it fanciful to say that these trees have an aura? Well, too bad because they do. The leaves rustle and quiver, whispering, at the slightest hint of a breeze. I draw breath and relax a bit each time I enter the glade.
It's Tour de France time again! I'm a fan. This year it's starting in Yorkshire no less, and ITV4 is as usual doing us proud with its coverage. I have to admit I watch as much for the fabulous scenery as for the finer points of the race itself but there is just enough jingoism left in me to hope, probably vainly, for a British win. More than that though I hope that the race is clean.