A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I'd started a long decent down through woods and it was very, very cold. I'd stopped after a while to put my spare socks on as gloves but it was still chilly; it's alway's worse when descending because there's less effort to keep you warm and there's more chill from the wind as you descend at speed.
It was a very pretty area though, the Parc Naturel du Livradois-Forez. I decided to stop for a bike to eat, biscuits and bread and honey. I'd picked a nice spot with a sunny little glade full of cows.
You can make out just behind the bike seat, a little bundle of garlic, nicely wrapped with dried flowers and herbs that I had been given by the mayor. You can also make out the small solar panel which I was using to try and help with the ongoing charge-the-powermonkey problem.
It seems the cows were hungry too, a couple had come over to have a look at what was going on.