30 July how time flies

I had a period of exploration in and around Perigueux near Bordeaux, and what a heck of a place. Music food, countryside, old and wonderful buildings I had a very good time. Then when it was time to go perhaps I was feeling my age, and that is a heel of a thing for me to say but I was not ready to ride. Then it rained so instead of Monday I left Wednesday and had a wonderful trip trough the Dordoyne ( if the slepping is close) more particularly Le Buge, St Cyprien, Baynac et Cazenal, which were wonderful old towns in magical picturesque settings. Then to Soulliac, Rocamador and Figeac and ended up in Dacazeville because it sounded interesting. It was an old coal mining town. They have everything here. It was interesting because it was not your pretty countryside town. It had been industrial, and it looks like industry is finding it hard going here with 35 hour seeks. However the good thing was I had a good yarn to a chap in the bar who has been a wwoofer in Ireland and is not working in a supermarket, so I enjoyed his conversation and then had proposed the local specialty for dinner. A barbequed sausage and potato and cheese, a sticky melting cheese no doubt also local but quite interesting. So when it was time to go the local street cleaner stopped to chat. A nice articulate chap that rode a BMW 800, bikers come out of the woodwork everywhere including their kids. I get a lot of kid interest, the wave come up and say hello and it is rather pleasant. Anyway that was an interesting stop with some really great little villages and lots and lots of tourists. The thing that surprised me were the number of cars where a yard of geese were and a yard of goats a little further down the road. The squeamish can pas this by but it is about being on the road. Sometimes not all is as planned and I was pleased not to be in a tent. I have carried diastop pills for years even used them once before. But all is good today. So here are some random pictures.