April 9th and 10th Cloudy and drizzly day Saturday. Time to hunt out cycle shop for inner tubes etc and art shop. Not successful in art shop but then went and pottered round old city. Early night as tired, camping catching up. Sunny day on Sunday, up to Vence, very nice old town, lots of bustling activity. Then cycle down to St Paul de vence, stunning medieval town but somehow a bit lacking in soul, reminded me of Carcassonne except with wall to wall galleries. Stopped for coffee in Colle de Loupe, really nice place with the biggest and probably best car boot sale ever. Took over whole town. Very bustly place and a noisset for 1 euro! Cheapest yet this trip. Back down to Cagnes Sur Mer where the beach called for painting for Dave and chill for me. Early night in readiness for Corsica!!! Very excited to get there and back under canvas. April 11th Corsica Hot day today. Up bright and early, coffee in our local, shop and then goodbye to our 70s Fawlty Towers type hotel. New bike chain and painting gear purchased on way to the port. Quick painting done in the really nice port and then into ferry. Luckily forked out two euro for Internet on ferry so was able to download campsite? Had rung to check it was open earlier. As we arrived in Bastia to dusk that info was very useful? Relieved we arrived. Tent up in the dark and then a couple of beers to celebrate...bad idea that but we weren't to know. April12th Bastia to St Florent Woke up to find we were staying in a lovely spot, stones throw from the beach which had a lovely view if Bastia. Just about to set off when Dave's bike unbalanced and the panier holder snapped. Luckily Heath Robinson has nothing on Dave and with a bit of a improvised hacksaw and hammer he had made an aluminium bit of pole fit for the job of joining two snapped ends together. Then we set off up the most evil hill ever!!! Well with 25 to 30 kg of weight! 5km of climb to 540metres and with some flattening out towards the top I reckon more than 1:10 gradient. And a bit of a hangover. Granny gear nearly all the way. Nearly vomited at one point. Col de bocca something, always beware the col word. Boiling hot to add to it. Nice freewheel down though. Noticing all the French names for places have been defaced, original language only. Signs of the tension between la corse and France. Other than the slightly rougher roads and a pretty gutteral accent it still feels the same? Arrived in St Florent. Nice place. Dave did painting of guys playing boules. I sorted campsite which was a shame as the guys wanted to chat to Dave and tell him lots about each other but he 'ne comprend pas' lovely campsite and cheaper than mainland. After dinner stroll on beach displayed a lovely view of the town. All good. April 13th St Florent to I'lle Rousse Not the best nights sleep as although very quiet site except for the slightly less noisy frogs and the peep peep animal that always accompanies them,I couldn't sleep for reliving the trauma of the cycle. PTSD I fear! Anyway with some trepidation after a great, hearty breakfast we set off on the 47km trip. Nice steadyn climb for 12km through truly stunning countryside, then a 10km plateau, then a great descent.....and relax. Obviously all days are not going to be the same. Another 16km on the major road, not hideously busy, with a coffee along the way with a gorgeous view of the sandy coloured cliffs, the brought us to I'lle Rousse. An OK kind of resort with lovely turqouise waters though. Campsite just out of town, cheap again though a bit close to the road. Game of scrabble. High scoring on both sides but clinched by the woman. 4:2. Yes!!!    Photos to follow shortly!!