I am certainly no Jacques Coustea

I am certainly no Jacques Coustea but for the first time in years I have managed to get more than a few meters down to play with the fishes… I have forgotten how isolating the water is and just how big some of the fish are (or at lest seem to be through the misted lens of my Cressi mask) and having spent years riding a multitude of bikes this is the first time in maybe twenty years I have gone below sea level in any meaningful sense. Making a guest appearance with me today are a local Banded Dascyllus (centre stage) and in supporting cast, a Yellow-ear Anglefish.I may not be Jacques Coustea

Staller Saddle Racing

Stumbled across some long boat racing in the Alps this week – the Staller Saddle at 2052 meters is a is a high mountain pass in the mountains on the border between the Tyrol in Austria and South Tyrol in Italy and adjacent the road is a large lake used for traditional boat racing – the pass is stunning and connects the Defereggen valley in Tyrol with the Antholz valley in South Tyrol, is very narrow but a great ride – recommended.Longboat Racing

Salmon fishing in the Rhone

Excellent days riding today after an inauspicious start – living out of a Touratech pannier requires a certain amount of OCD and my routine of ignition key storage was thwarted last night in the torrential rain with the result this morning of a lost hour trying to find it… only to have it turn up in my waterproof trousers pocket. Managed about 530 Km today and arrived at Voreppe around 18:00. Stopped in the pine forests near Arinthod to each fresh peaches with only the insects for company and hoards of brown and white butterfly’s – looks like the rain is long gone. Met two old fishermen casting for salmon in the icy waters near Lagineu – comparisons with the Usk remain.