Chantonnay to Niort

This has been a bad hair day for both of us. It started last night when Billy stood up in our bedroom and hit his head on the window frame. We thought it was just wood but after 30 seconds of lying groaning in a sort of grown up way Billy decided he was lying in a pool of blood (the window frame had a metal closing spear which had cut his head). After being unable to stop the flow of blood and distributing it quite well round our room we decided to go to reception. He did look like something out of Chain Saw Massacre. He was attended to by the hotel staff in a very admirable way which is more than he can say about his wife. She was trying to be helpful but kept asking for a seat and a glass of water for herself (not good with blood!). After this was sorted we enjoyed a lovely evening and this morning we set off on our most difficult trip so far. In our first hour we only did 10 k, not helped by shirley falling off her bike and knackering her brake. As it was sunday and not a lot of lorries around we decided to travel down a major D road but it didn't help when shirley's chain came off. That took a bit of organising! By the end of the day we eventually left the Vendee and moved into the Deux Sevres region. (see photo)

Distance: 75.53 k