Stage 2

We rode into the centre of Arrus with only one desire and a really basic one at that. Food. Unfortunately despite thier supposed love of the stuff nowhere would supply us with a substantial breakfast. Tea in a Cafe (Wi-Fi) and some Pain au Chocolate sustained us until a friendly baguette man delivered the goods. I did get a chance to write the Stage 1 nonsense though.

Feeling bad about the measly 60k we did yesterday we decided it was business time and to try and get as close to Paris as possible. In the end we did around 115-120Km which is not bad (although it is about 80K short of a normal TDF stage). Lots of poncing (which the TDF riders don't get to do apparently) was done. Corbais is nice, massive church blah bla, Baguette. During stage 1 we found a well kept first world war memorial and I decided that if we should see any more we should definitely stop at them to pay our international respects. This however is not a practical habit to have in the 100k south of Arras because there are absolutely s**t loads. What is war good for?... slowing us down. I'm only going to stop at the 2nd world war ones from now on.

Realising that we'd both done an idiotic amount of cycling we stopped in a small place called Nueville. Bidons filled, Kronenberg sipped, another baguette (Adam only) scoffed. Thoughts turned to sleeping arrangements. We brought a tent so we might as well use it. A nearby forest looked good but the only problem was the massive corn field in the way, no problem says Adam the eternal optimist (Bidon half full) and ploughs through it. I followed but in the process lost the French to English dictionary (attached to the pannier) and the power to bluff basic shopping. Nuts.