Lovely day today, meandering down through the hills to Savona, very much a hard-working port, serving the factories of Turin and Milan.
The bikemap app talked of a mile or so of elevation en route, but we’ve managed worse recently and lived to tell the tale, so we were pretty sanguine about the prospect. In the event it was even easier than we expected, most of the elevation coming from long, easyish grinds – less draining than the short, brutal climbs of recent days.
Passed a rather poignant roadside memorial – borderline shrine – to a much-loved son lost in the Russian campaign – “fighting on the wrong side,” as I ungenerously muttered.
