My first taste of snails.
My first sail in a proper sailing boat.
And my first real bike ride.
It's true I have one foot on the ground in these photos but after three wobbly laps of the quay I worked out the relationship between the handlebars and the wobble. A day later I worked out the gears and then I was off. D and I got up early each morning ( my hair is still wet from the shower) and rode a mile or more to the Boulangerie for the breakfast croissants and baguette and to the Tabac for the daily paper.
We took the back lanes to avoid any traffic and lengthened the route slightly to leave out a steep hill.
The first picture shows me in the Impasse des Fleurs. The house is up this lane and so setting off was always safe.
I had grabbed some balls of wool from my stash which were left over from my time in Oz. They came from the Bendigo Knitting Mill....a bargain hunter's delight. I combined a couple of colours and knitted up a shopping tote
This was handy for hanging over the handlebars with the bread and papers.