We ferry it over from Dover and make it to Calais with no dramas but absolutely exhausted, so we make camp along the beach for our first night of the trip. We met a lovely english couple who were very hospitable, offering us oysters and wine for dinner! (thoughts were that my friends were thinking we were roughing it)

our first camp

We ride through gorgeous France, open windy roads, lush green hills and absolute feeling of freedom. I was amazed by how much I enjoyed riding! I did however managed a stationary stack whilst trying to take a photo of Rob and I couldn´t pick the Baja. Petrol leaking everywhere. Rob to the rescue!

A Moulin in France

We ride over the hills to see Le Mont Saint Michel, spectacular!

How very French! Baguette on a Baja........