Cross Country

Time to head East toward home. Had a cheapo lunch in Salius sur Sarlat and took some windy roads to Mirepoix, a beautiful bastide town full of Brits. The sun was out and we able to have tea out in the square surrounded by a whole lot of history. in the evening we were given shelter by Marie-Christine and Pierre after we'd driven across fields to get to their house as the roads were up and a lorry had broken down. Will our trials and tribulations never end? One good thing ... I wasn't ill this time proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was the mix of Sauvignon blanc and blanquette de Limoux that laid me flat twice before or maybe I just drank less!