The lord of the castle is sliding down French mountains on two small planks, but I’m still home, alone with the cat. At 6 am the little bastard decided it was time to get up. Needless to say I am a little tired now.
Theoretically I have no fixed obligations next week so yesterday I prepared a short physical tour of Burgundy ad 1465-1477. A lot of key places are maximum a couple hours by car, train or bike away, except Dijon, Nancy and Monthléry. I thought I’d be bored out of my wits by the B now but I have been researching local history and came across the most colourful characters and interesting anecdotes, so the quest is still on.
I already visited one place a few days ago and posted something on IG, may do a more extended version here.
For today, I had selected the scene of a Burgundian battlefield not too far away and spent some time testing which of our bikes fit into my tiny car. The battlefield is not reachable by car and the weather is not good enough to cycle the whole distance.
The area near the battlefield is also the birthplace of Egidius and the rest of his line so it is a double whopper. I was going to leave now but the wind is howling and the rain is pouring down. That usually doesn’t stop me, but the circumstances are not good enough for taking pictures. Monday’s forecast doesn’t look good either, alas. Also I broke a piece of a tooth yesterday, the sort of thing that obviously only happens on Saturday nights. This means my other plans are now dependent on the availability of my dentist.
It looks like it will be a painting day then.