We are officially back from honeymoon. Not until you’ve married do you realise how much physical and mental energy it takes to plan, organise and do. Without question every last bid of effort was worth it and delivered truly the most special weekend of my life.
In our wisdom we chose to spend our first honeymoon days hiking the Tour du Mont Blanc, to recover, you understand. On a last minute whim we included a climb up to the highest point of the whole Tour – the 2,665m Fenêtre de l’Arpette. This long and gruelling day included a daunting boulder field climb, way beyond anything we imagined when we dreamed up this idea. Mentally it was just what we needed, some forced time out, spending hour upon hour focussing on nothing more than where to put our feet. Physically, yes it could have been a little more restful.
Our second week focussed on some R&R in the hills and on the coast of northern Italy. We got off to a good start. ‘Tutti’ for Sunday lunch at a small local restaurant turned into an eight-course extravaganza. Only the stretch of our stomachs ruled out a ninth. Lots of dinners followed, lots of spritz (see pic). That’s more like it, the long-needed week of rest did us both so much good. We did manage a couple of spectacular, lovely, quiet rides in Italy and with the Haute Route clock still ticking I squeezed in a couple of hill efforts too.
Sadly it could last no longer. Next holiday in four weeks. Oh wait, it’s the Haute Route… So a couple of weeks’ hard training needed before I can kick back again and taper for the Alps.