Finally the rain, hail, wind and other stuff has disappeared 
I've finished mowing / strimming the lawns, turning the hay compost piles and got rid of a load of wood to people that have those funny log burner things 
. So today as the sun was shining, a pleasant loop to a not so pleasant place (or at least what it is famous for)
First stop the 12th century church of Saint Martin de Jussac complete with field of pissenlit (Dandelions)
then across the bridge to St Brice-sur-Vienne (he who gets on it first wins)
Along the Vienne to St Victurnian, then a long uphill
- Along to Vayres (flat 
) then into Oradour-sur-Glane. For those of you who don't know this town, it is a 'village martyr', due to a massacre that took place on 10th June 1944. The original village stills stands as it was left and a new village has taken it's place.
Long story short - The original population was destroyed on 10 June 1944, when 642 of its inhabitants, including women and children, were massacred by a German Waffen-SS company. A new village was built after the war on a nearby site but on the orders of the then French president, Charles de Gaulle, the original has been maintained as a permanent memorial and museum. For more info see here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane
This is the entrance to the site - offices / exhibitions / etc all underground
A view across the road into the original village
Back home via Saint Junien - this is the main car park / market place / anything else you can think off with the church in the background
This young lady is standing in the middle of roundabout at the top of the town centre. She is the muse of Corot, a painter of the 19th century who frequented the area. Problem is - he was a landscape painter
62km - 3 hours
I've finished mowing / strimming the lawns, turning the hay compost piles and got rid of a load of wood to people that have those funny log burner things . So today as the sun was shining, a pleasant loop to a not so pleasant place (or at least what it is famous for)First stop the 12th century church of Saint Martin de Jussac complete with field of pissenlit (Dandelions)
then across the bridge to St Brice-sur-Vienne (he who gets on it first wins
)Along the Vienne to St Victurnian, then a long uphill
- Along to Vayres (flat ) then into Oradour-sur-Glane. For those of you who don't know this town, it is a 'village martyr', due to a massacre that took place on 10th June 1944. The original village stills stands as it was left and a new village has taken it's place. Long story short - The original population was destroyed on 10 June 1944, when 642 of its inhabitants, including women and children, were massacred by a German Waffen-SS company. A new village was built after the war on a nearby site but on the orders of the then French president, Charles de Gaulle, the original has been maintained as a permanent memorial and museum. For more info see here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane
This is the entrance to the site - offices / exhibitions / etc all underground
A view across the road into the original village
Back home via Saint Junien - this is the main car park / market place / anything else you can think off with the church in the background
This young lady is standing in the middle of roundabout at the top of the town centre. She is the muse of Corot, a painter of the 19th century who frequented the area. Problem is - he was a landscape painter
62km - 3 hours
) via White Fen and Longmeadow. Hazy sun and warm here today, the legs were exposed for the first time this year, so apologies to anyone who caught an eyeful!
. Today however just as I got to just above the reservoir my phone rang - it was the wife saying that she was taking the midget out for tea so I thought 'what the hell, how bad can it be?' and set off whooping with glee on the long fast descent down into the home of 'Last of the summerwine'. I have to say the climb back out was nowhere as bad as I had thought it was going to be, I even stopped through choice I might add to take a photo of the pink sunset that was lighting the valley below me. Forgetting to wipe the camera lens which was fogged through me being a little warm. Well it gives me an excuse to go and do it again tomorrow.
so I turned around and headed home, took it off and put on the boil in the bag old option and cursed... another one to go back - I hate having to buy larger just to fit over a certain women's specific design as it is, but I refuse to purchase 2 or even 3 sizes larger... guess that manufacturer is now off the books for non-stretchy fabric...
I was on the brakes all the way too, that was fast enough for me.
