At Availles we dined at the friendly Lion d'Or which was full, but they let us drink their beer and bring in pizza from up the road. News while waiting there of changes to the name of Le Club Bimbo which appears on all the village signs - an impolite cocking of the snook. By bed time it is raining but at least the pitter-patter drowns the noise of the frogs in the river. Damp start as we hardy souls make tea but the neighbouring safari-style 4x4 teams drive to the sanitaire to wash. And so the day continues with a cold rain falling sometimes heavy and sometimes light. It stops long enough to eat steak- frites baguettes in a lay-by. By Rochechouart we abandon the day like wimps. Keith is asleep within 15 minutes without washing his smalls.
Phil
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