The week is over and already I am missing the early morning rises and watching the sun come over the mountain spires. The epic cycling journey over 19 massive mythical cols in the French Alps has come to an end.
I will miss sitting on the verge of those small twisting roads clapping and cheering each cyclist onwards and upwards. Being given a smile from the cyclists as sweat dripped from their skin in the 30 degree heat made you feel as if you had given them a little push to the finish line.
I watched each person push their bodies to the limits and I got a sense of their emotional and physical pain. It was illuminated for all to see and it was powerful stuff. There was blood, sweat and tears with the occasional laughter thrown in for good measure.
I love supporting this event – I have met so many wonderful people, made friends and been given the opportunity to explore roads that weave through the most inspiring scenery. There is now talk of the Pyrenees Haute Route next year?