A hot day. As we know.
Baby Pierre asks Sirene if she's packed enough water.
O yes, says Sirene. Extra salty.
I'm not sure that extra salt helps, says Baby Pierre.
It will make you more buoyant, says Sirene.
That will only work if.....begins Baby Pierre.
He spots Team Romeo-Knowlesi, on his spare bike. The two rascals!
He takes off, to try and reclaim it.
Arthur rolls up to Sirene.
Arthur, says Sirene, would you like some freshly salted water?
No thanks, says Arthur.
This old cheese? asks Sirene.
We've got old cheese, says Arthur.
How about some miel de Lozère? says Sirene.
It's in a small pot. Arthur takes it.
Team Philosophe is just behind Arthur.
What do you think she gave Arthur? asks David.
Could be anything, says Vello. She's a queer fish.
Ha ha, laughs David.
Her heart is pure, sings N F S Grundtvig. O lord, her heart is pure, she offers a honeypot to her beloved.....
Is Arthur her beloved? asks Vello.
I very much doubt it, says David.
I sing what I see, says N F S Grundtvig. And sometimes what I don't see. For instance, I know it was honey.
He gazes up at the blazing blue heavens.
He sings: O lord grant us the sweetness of honey as we ride through this flat stage in the heat which you have sent down to test us......
Sent down? says Vello
Honey? says David.
I can't help myself, says N F S Grundtvig,
But you see things? says Vello.
Sometimes, says N F S Grundtvig.
Who will win today? asks Vello.
That man, says N F S, pointing.
He indicates Wout van Aert.
Well let's see then. Fast forward to the finish.
Whew. Forty degrees in Carcassonne.
Here come the sprinters.
A lot of them.
Benjamin Thomas is passed.
Now it's between Mads Pedersen, Wout van Aert and Jasper Philipsen.
Only metres to go.
Has N F S Grundtvig future seeing ability?
Almost, but no.
Philipsen wins by a whisker. Wout is second.
Not bad, N F S. And he was right about the honey.
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