What Giants!?: Roscoff to Nantes

In a certain corner of Bristol, the name of which I do not care to remember there lived the perfect Stokes Croft couple who filled up the corridors of their flat with bicycles and trailers.

They had an occasional stew, sausages on Monday more often than not scrambled vegetables, gripes and grumblings the rest of the week.

They filled their heads with dreams of cycling adventurers ,the Bici Clown, the Magnificent Revolution, the Pleasant Revolution, the Cyclowns, Dummy Jim and all sorts of other impossible nonsense like fresh air and endless cycle routes.

In short, their wits being quite gone, they hit upon the strangest notion that ever a couple in this world hit upon and that was that they fancied that they should make cyclist-errants of themselves and set forth roaming Europe on bicycles.

And so, led away by the intense enjoyment of these pleasant fancies they set themselves forthwith to put this scheme into execution.

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Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Roscoff to Nantes

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