Author: Sid

In which Sid takes Doris to a Big Band FestivalSid (being French-ly literate and articulate) is a keen reader of local papers, particularly about the affairs of the villages and small towns and very pleased to find a big band festival. Pertuis is just 32 kilometres from Rians down (get that?) a charming river valley. The holiday riding is slightly…

In which Sid and Doris climb up into Provence and enjoy being able to speak with people on matters other than ordering food and drink.We leave the seaside with a couple of backward looks. For the sailors out there: Our room is named after Gitana VI, a 20 metre Olin Stephens design for Edmond de Rothschild built in 1975. We…

In which Sid and Doris leave Italian Sardinia for France, spending most of the day sitting on the ferry.We have covered the little apartment with our washing so the first job is to get everything back in the bags and go find early breakfast. At the cafe we can see the vast ferry coming in so know how much breakfast…

In which Sid and Doris take a seaside ride and try to see the sights of Porto Torres The first job this morning was to get back to the main road. Even car drivers might find the steep,  dusty trail a bit of a trial, and Sid and Doris found it hard even to keep their footing and push (sorry,…

In which Sid and Doris do purist riding to seek out Neolithic era buildings and a hotel up an overly beaten track.From Palau we were going to the very north of Sardinia at Santa Teresa Gallura before turning West, South West toward Porto Torres. So as not to use the same road twice which Doris hates, Doris plotted a route…

In which Sid and Doris set out again and have a High Paw day, back on the road again along the swanky Costa SmereldaSid and Doris said goodbye to England-on-the-Med to start the three day ride to Porto Torres. When we took the bikes out on Thursday to check them over we were not much enthused. This morning we set…

In which Sid and Doris rest up for more cycling later at a Nielson’s beach clubThanks to Frostie, manager at Baia Dei Mori, we were in on Friday and already at play on the Saturday, while most of the guests were having their last day out of The Manager Box (or however they think about their work).   A fellow…

In which Sid and Doris ride away to holiday land, Neilson at Baia di Mori on Sardinia (you knew we were on Sardinia?).Perhaps inspired by yesterday’s dawn raid on the SS125 we are up for 7.30 breakfast which is magnifico. We see more of the art that is a feature of the place. This includes a large motorbike, with fierce…

In which Sid and Doris have a high paw day climbing from Arbatax, Sardinia, at sea level, to the Glenna Silana col at 1016 metres and ride on to Dorgali to make a 73 k day with 1193 meters of climb.We both had misgivings about this route, lying awake on the boat, thinking about what food we had and what…

In which Sid and Doris suddenly find themselves at sea, on their way to Sardinia and a holiday.At Vasto we told our hotel host we were headed for Civitavecchia and she made mountain signs with her hands. Today we finished the ride over the Apennines to the sea with a ride that was half joy and half delivery. 78 kilometres…