Everything stops for tea - again

And today we took tea on an ex railway bridge over the mighty Dordogne.

We found a cycle track, using an old railway line, on the outskirts of Sarlat which whisked us south on a green lane.  After the frantic traffic in the town, it was bliss. The railway cuttings were covered in moss and the trees almost formed a tunnel.

And in this way we swept over the Dordogne. The bridge is about 75 feet above the river and we thought it would be fun to practise synchronised peeing, but discretion and unreliable plumbing prevented an incident!

We finished at the hill top town of Gourdon , and its medieval streets were hard won! Even the granny gear didn't save me and I had to wobble out of my cleats at one stage and gasp like a beached fish. But I did not get off the bike.

Sue booked ahead and found us a splendid hotel.

Ps the taking tea picture was taken yesterday in the midst of heavy rain




PPS - Happy Birthday KR !