
To summarise, I rode to Carcassonne in 17 days (including two nights/one day spent static in a campsite due to incessant heavy rain) then took another 2 days to reach Montpellier, ending up having ridden just over 1,000 miles. I wild camped 13 nights, with 2 nights in the campsite plus 2 last minute AirBnB bookings (torrential rain on the first occasion and the need to wash my clothes properly and get my electronics fully recharged on the other).
The afore-mentioned rain was the exception it has to be said and the weather was generally very kind throughout. The biggest bugbear were the mosquitoes that plagued me at various points during the journey.

Rather than ramble on about the whole thing I'll just do a (hefty) photo dump with comments where appropriate.

I followed the Vélodyssee route from Roscoff as far as Lacanau in the Gironde Department before heading inland towards Bordeaux and onwards to Carcassonne. In the early part of the route much of it was on former railway lines, on either hard-packed dirt or smooth gravel surfaces... which was nice. Might not have been quite so nice if it had been raining, though!




Behind a hedge next to the Brest - Nantes canal.



It wasn't all prime gravel!

I was very impressed throughout by the cycling and pedestrian infrastructure. Light years ahead of this country and the drivers don't have anything like the hostility towards cyclists so often encountered in the UK.





Heart-shaped beach art.

More street art, this time in La Rochelle

The following bivvy was next to the Rochefort transporter bridge over the Charente River. An impressive structure and the crossing was a memorable experience.



Bike setup



Just one of the WW2 bunkers along the Atlantic Coast now serving as canvasses for the local street artists.

Around dusk, only about about 50 feet in front of me, I saw what I thought were two dogs chasing each other and was expecting the owner to appear at any moment. I soon realised, though, that they were in fact wild boar. For hours afterwards I had to listen to a gang of them grunting and squealing nearby until a heavy downpour dampened their enthusiasm.



An overnight halt under the verandah of a local boules club. I didn't get a lot of sleep due to the busy road close by and then sideways rain coming in. Thought I'd get away with just the mesh inner but had to rapidly get the flysheet on in the middle of the night!

I fancied camping in the abandoned building but the brambles and nettles dissuaded me.




Riding through Toulouse was an interesting experience - a seemingly chaotic mix of pedestrians, bikes, electric scooters and cars which just works somehow.






Just a few of the hundreds of flamingoes I saw in the numerous lakes to the west of Montpellier.