Treviso to Lido di Venezia

For no obvious reason we had an early 8am start, had a stressful cycle through Treviso rush hour and then a macho time trial attempt, I was not impressed.

The ride went through Lido di Jesolo, a long tacky strip of holiday resort and also Cavallino which is where I had my first big overseas adventure, aged seven. We drove all the way there in a Vauxhall Viva and camped in a lovely, huge campsite that played ‘The Last Post’ every evening and I ate huge amounts of watermelon - happy memories!

The nature of the ride meant there were hardly any photo opportunities but I managed one…

We had to catch a ferry to Lido di Venezia and it was chaos, they were only letting four bikes at a time onto the boat and there were so many cyclists but my London commuter elbows ensured I got on. The rest of the group appeared at the hotel an hour later without their bikes which somehow arrived later, I haven’t asked how that happened.

I escaped to the beach and had a lovely walk, cold beer and a sarnie, it feels like I’m on holiday…

I want to get up really early tomorrow morning to get the boat over to Venice before the crowds arrive so I’m going to skip the inevitably late group dinner. This was my alternative, utterly delicious calorie inhalation..

I fancied another walk around this beautiful place, I have dodgy memories of Venice from an inter railing trip as a student but it is a bit different this time!