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| "Gypsies, tramps and prats...." |
I know I am starting to sound like Paul the Weatherman, on Look North, but Wednesday was terrible. It rained so heavily that I couldn’t hear music through a head set before I fell asleep and awoke to find it still coming down. Packed a wet tent and headed west. Usual grind uphill and plummet down – this wasn’t good as the descent made me colder and eventually got to Montluçon where I dripped into McDonald’s with numb fingers and completely drenched. Anyway…stiff upper lip and all that and completed my 79 miles by getting to Aubusson in the early evening. The next day was dry, bright and fresh and I ground my way into Limoges by doing the usual up 200 metres up then down 200 metres. I had been aiming for Limoges since Verdun and it meant that after a trip to Oradour sur Glane on Friday that I could head south. Now today was Bastille Day (= Bank Holiday and shops shut!) and hence Polish and Italian trucks parked up at beauty spots. So I was going to have to dip into my food reserves and have an unexciting meal of pasta and a sauce but a nice lady from Stoke-on-Trent who was also doing her laundry advised that around the corner from the site there was a super restaurant. How right she was and in balmy sunshine on the terrace I had a terrine followed by a tangine (love Morrocan food) and then a dessert with a carafe of red wine…delicious and the gastronomic highlight of the expedition. Now back to Harry and Crista….
| The Limousin (a fabulous place in the dry!) |
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