It was a long, long day. If we stopped pedaling, we literally got blown backwards. The scenery was distracting enough to keep us sane.
When we took breaks, we feasted on the bountiful blackberries growing almost everywhere, gorging ourselves like a bear. I pined for our regal Château du Ditch, to get out of the wind and hibernate.
Running out of daylight we found a spectacular free camping spot after we were tipped off by a local shop owner. Perched high above a bluff, we were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the wind and the rumbling of the train as it passed directly through the tunnel on top of which we were camping.