The last day of a tour is always tinged with a little sadness. There is a sense of achievement to be savoured but also the recognition it will soon be time to start planning the next adventure. As befits a final day, this was like edited highlights ofTuscan hill towns. Carefully managing to avoid the American tourists at breakfast who were upholding the tradition of stating the obvious while taking nary even a moment to breathe, we started with a welcome descent before the inevitable final big climb of the trip awaited us. It was a fair old pull with the odd sharp rise thrown in but nothing we couldn't handle. Following the route of the pilgrim's trail from Canterbury to Rome, it was aride of contrasts. From the snakes and water voles that nonchalantly crossed our paths on the quiet trail, to the tourist honeypots of Monteriggioni and San Gimignano, it felt like we experienced a bit of everything. Cyclotourist carrying more gear than I have in my house7Check. Discarded bottle ofTennent's Super at the side of the road7Check. Want to buy an excessively expensive watch from curiously monikered Fani Rolex7Check. Strangely translated restaurant names. Anyone fancy a bite at Ravioli Wang7No7Me neither.