The site at Bussiere-Galant turned out to be a park around a lake and apart from a camp site there was a circus! The couple next door kindly lent me a boule to use to bash in my tent pegs (and I rewarded them by giving them four surplus Michelin maps I didn’t need anymore) and I then, after showering, eating and stuff, read the Daily Telegraph and had a beer. Meanwhile the circus was in full flow and as can only happen at a regional small French circus a lot of strange stuff was happening judging by the soundtrack booming from within as a girl singer started to do strange things with a microphone (vocally…) before there was a 5 minute jazz fusion jam. Next day hit the road and for 60 kilometres it was flat or down hill until Périgueux when the route had its predicable revenge. However, to those who know me then my life would not lose any quality with the absence of man’s best friend. If I say countless then I am honest in being unable to recollect the number of stupid hounds who go off like a midnight car alarm as I cycle past the front of their house. The ritual is that Fido then gallops from one end of the garden to the other slavering at the fence. What really beats me is that if this house and garden is alongside a busy road where there are noisy cars and trucks going past every 10 seconds then if I cruise past slowly and silently then Fido still picks this up (scent?) and goes off like an Exocet. However I was contemplating a rest day as I approached the Dordogne and after stocking up with groceries at Bergerac I got to Eymet and found the site and the offer of an aperitif with the rest of the campers.
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