The Longest Day..

It may have been the start of the longest day, however after my epic ride of the day before, I thought i should have a ‘relaxing day’…but that didn’t last too long…although I did have a nice breakfast of juice,coffee and 2 pain au chocolats, sat in the sunshine reading..

Then running short of some supplies, I decided to ride across to Sisco, where I had seen a small shop, and wondered what was there..so off I went, 20 minutes later into Sisco, and looking around the shop, which seemed to have all I would need…..but not now !

I decided to have a ride into the villages above Sisco, so once again was riding up the lanes into the hillside above, and away from the coast ( I had brought water though !) I eventually ended up at a little village Balba, where time had seemed to stop still..there were still the village wash sinks ,in working order, the remains of an old windmill, and lots of buildings falling down , with views of the mountain ridges above, peeking through the buildings

I then set off down the hills, stopping at an old bridge crossing the gorge, which I had spotted on the way up, presumably an old path to somewhere ? although little used nowadays, I suppose the road must have replaced the access points..by now it was the middle of the day, so I headed back to the campsite for lunch (salad with sardines in chilli oil…lovely)

As it got cooler later in the afternoon, I set off for a walk along the coast, and up the nearby hills, hoping to find a path up to the tower on the skyline..firstly along the shoreline, and rocks, all of which were quite eroded, but showing their unusually shaped features, with all the rock flows clearly visible (once again, where’s them geologists when you need them ?) So after a while dodging along the rocks, I climbed off the cliffs, and over the road, following a rough bulldozed track I’d seen, which seemed to climb up into the fields behind.. and keep climbing, unfortunately not near the tower though, and I couldn’t see any access from this side, even though I’d climbed higher than it, and was looking down at it beneath, highlighted against the islands further out to sea

Having given that up, I wandered back down to the beach, in the setting sun, and treated myself to a Pizza, from a roadside van (which the Corsicans seem to love !)..even though I was hungry, the Pizza was huge, bigger than a dustbin lid, so I sat on a rock at the beachside eating it, whilst listening to a group performing at a local bar – quite funny listening to them performing ‘Wonderwall’, but not quite understanding the words…

I then wandered along the sands, watching the sun go down, with the moon up,high in the sky ..then started limping, I’d pulled something whilst walking so far in my sandals (foolish boy !), so stood in the sea cooling it down for a while, then limped back to camp…and bed..

It has been a long day..and night ! Bonne Nuit !