It was a sad morning. Jen was flying home to London and I was continuing on from Nantes after a great 2 nights together. We spoiled ourselves and enjoyed every last minute as this was a goodbye. There really still was no plan for me and my cycling adventure. Where was I to go? When would I see Jen again? We saw it best that Jen take a taxi to the airport and we would say our goodbyes in the hotel. Tears were welling up and I did my best to keep it together, biting my lip helped. There was this hollow feeling in the back of my throat, a feeling I had never really had before. I was saying goodbye to my friend and wife for an indefinite amount of time. It was such a last minute decision, not something that had been planned.
After I waved Jen’s taxi off, I jumped straight into the saddle and hit the road. It was close to 1pm and I needed to get to the coast. It only felt natural that I continue along the Loire river and finish the route to the Atlantic Coast. I spent the afternoon doubting all the hard choices I had made over the past few days. Once I arrived in St Brevin a sense of accomplishment overcomes me. As per some previous cycling adventures I’ve completed, it was a moment to be shared and not spent alone.