One of the reasons we are where we are, if you see what I mean, is to see Albi. Albi lies 20kms/12mls north of us and, since today the skies cleared a little to leave a patchwork of dark grey,…
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Alarm Cocks
We know a few folks back at home who either are keeping or have kept chickens. For basically urban folks, it seems a slightly odd decision to me, perhaps because several weeks frequently pass without our using a single egg…
Fin de la Sécheresse?
Sécheresse nf dryness; drought. A new French word this year for us. Near the beginning of our trip up in Luché-Pringé, France was already suffering from a lack of water. Two glorious weeks later, things were getting worse and the…
Not a Lot
Since we’ve found ourselves a comfortable campsite in an area that has a few things to investigate, we’ve decided to stay for another couple of nights to see out the manic four day weekend. Also, the slightly disturbing weather maps…
Tarnished Silver
After a morning of chores on our last full day at Figeac, Francine planned an afternoon excursion up into the hills to visit Peyrusse-le-Roc, an old silver mining settlement. Whilst not hair-raising, the 20kms journey was, shall we say, “interesting”…
These Little Piggies
It’s almost impossible to believe but we’ve been in France for nearly three weeks and we haven’t yet been to a street market. Street markets are pretty much a religion in France except, it seems, in the Marais Poitevin where…
A World Apart
Yesterday’s planned itinerary to the mediæval town of St. Céré turned into a slight disappointment. Admittedly, being the Ascension public holiday, St. Céré was basically closed along with the rest of France, though in typically Gallic fashion several locals were…
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Dawn Chorus
Most mornings in the Marais Poitevin, we awoke to a regular but fascinatingly varied dawn chorus started, as at home, by a Robin proclaiming his territory. He was quickly joined by a Song Thrush and a Blackbird before various other…
Suspension of Sanity
Our overnight stop at Brantôme was quite pleasant with broken cloud/sunny intervals and a riverside pitch complete with a friendly moorhen, which I’ve never before witnessed. It’s diet was fascinating, too. As well as tromping across teh grass to retrieve…
Overnight Brantôme
At last we’ve uprooted ourselves from the Marais Poitevin, bade farewell to Mike and thanked him for his excellent hospitality and Thai food, and hit the road again. Thirteen nights at one place is a long time for us but…
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