It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. - Mark Twain
When cycling I tend to have an amount of fight and have required that in the past though I will need it less on this tour as I am touring in Autumn on the flat after a summer to get in shape.
My trip out to the start of the tour was happily uneventful, Metropolitan line, Southeastern Railways, DFDS ferry from Dover to Dunkirk then a two hour bike ride up the coast to De Panne where I now start.
It's going to be hard not going on about the food and drink on this tour. After a light breakfast and a banana lunch yesterday I almost bit the hand off the waiter who finally took my order last night; Rabbit with prunes washed down with a strong dark brown beer.
Day one of the tour starts with a ride up the coast following the EuroVelo route 12 and the KUSTROUTE, which is one of the Flanders By Bike routes that help make up my circuit of Flanders.
With the ever-present signs and instructions coming through my bone conducting headphones it will be hard to get lost.
Why isn't leap frog a thing anymore?
Then I continue on my route, the VLAANDERENROUTE, which is made up of smaller segments and the second segment for me is the FRONTROUTE 14-18.
I didn't pick the Flanders tour to visit WW1 sites but it's hard not to get drawn in and moved by the evidence of that conflict. I now want to get to Ypres though the last post is at 8pm and too late for me as I'm staying 5 miles out of Ypres. I stay with the FRONTROUTE 14-18 all day and wind round WW1 cemeteries, trenches and memorials.
The evidence is everywhere.
The way is mainly quiet country lanes with some well surfaced off-road sections and plenty of wide, dark, foreboding skies which do yield an amount of soft rain over the day.
Not the best shot of trenches unless you spot the head.
By 2pm I am at Tyne Cot Cemetery which provides some tangible insight into the loss of life with its well ordered headstones. To get to Ypres by 4.30pm meant a 112km day over 8 hours which being flat was manageable on my first day.
Heading into Ypres I catch the school children on their way home, faces scrunched up against the wind and rain with the younger ones grinning as they go out of their way to hit the deeper puddles.
Ypres was worth the distance though the Menin Gate is shrouded in scaffolding.