This morning we said good-bye to our wonderful hosts at the gite and set off once more, this time northward. We avoided the motorway as far as possible and drove towards Toulouse and from there to Limoges, where we are now. The weather was like the curate's egg, good in parts, which means that we had a mixture of rain and sun. 'Not like the endlessly hot and sunny days we used to have on holiday in France when we were young," Keith remarked, and he is right. In fact the only holiday we have had together which even approaches that happy scenario was our first, back in September 2003.
Still, we did stop about twenty miles south of Limoges and caught this beautiful view: