The race in question is not whether Bradley Wiggins will win the yellow jersey, (it seems that only a catastrophe can shatter that dream now), but rather whether me and Mike can get to the airport to catch our flight. Despite me being up at 6am packed and ready to go, we still managed to miss the intended airport bus from Asda Bedminster. Thankfully, I always build in slippage time into my journey planning so we should be ok and, with a fair wind, in Paris for lunch. The only other uncertainty is whether our tent poles, (the impromptu flag pole for our union flag) will get past the airport security. If they don’t, there will be a mad dash around Paris later to find a suitable alternative – is there a Taunton Leisure in Paris?