We spent a rest day on a nice campsite in Portugal, where the owners were raising chicken. The hens picked and ticked around our tent and bicycles all day looking happy (if a chicken knows what happiness is, that is).
As some of you may know, we were already passionate about making our own bread. Back home, we hadn’t bought bread in a store for probably two years! We also had our sourdough, about 3 or 4 years old, who had become sturdy enough to survive even our 3-week holidays in the fridge. So we thought it would be a pity to throw it away, and it became the travelling sourdough!