Bikes

We hired bikes again today but took the rather more sedate option of just tootling along to Annecy and back. The unusual holiday experience of several days without planned music has been throwing up some weird examples of my brain’s curious suggestibility: the weird synthetic ringtone in the campsite reception this morning reminded me so much of the introduction to Peter Gabriel’s ‘On The Air’ that I found myself singing it all morning (and I always feel weirdly compelled to sing out loud when cycling, for some reason…) and yesterday I was convinced that a tiny Renault powering dustily past me as I descended an unfeasibly steep little track was playing ‘Forbidden Colours’ but it turned out to be some weird combination of alpine cowbells and French pop radio (which is a direction that David Sylvian should definitely pursue…!)