We had just arrived on the Loire, a few saddle sores were starting to show and the campground was a really nice one. Too nice, it had it’s own resident masseuse, crepe maker and Zumba instructor (I’m honestly not making this stuff up).
The luxuries of a day camp is the ability to wash clothes and catch up on a bit of personal admin.
Taking a day out to see the city, we got in a run (as you do on rest days). We probably overdid it however; 24km! We needed to get some miles under the belt, but any chance of giving our aching muscles a rest just went out the window! We started the next day even more exhausted than before. Lucky we were due another in several days when we arrived in Tours.