Woke up to the screech of an alarm I hadn’t set – it was that old chestnut, the bedside clock left set to go off at some godawful hour as a trap for the unwary.

It’s 00:30 hours and I’m finally in bed after a very long day.

An event filled day, and it’s only lunchtime. I’m writing this in the airport lounge in Luxembourg, drinking a glass of the local bubbly (crémant) and eating a slice of clafoutis. We almost didn’t make it here so I’m celebrating.

What a lovely city. This is what generations of wealth can bring you.

I’m writing this whilst roasting in an expensive Luxembourg hotel. I’m trying to nap but it’s so so hot.

Last day on our Mosel cycling trip.

Dinner last night, as I previously mentioned, was at a nice little place behind our hotel, the same one we had lunch in.

Another lovely day in Germany cycling along the Mosel/Moselle river.

Trittenheim to Zeltingen, approx 35 k according to our route guide but with my help it was more like 60.

Day one cycling along the Mosel. I am hot, tired, and grumpy.