Tales Of The Riverbank

So many stories, everywhere you go...

It turns out that the Hotel L'Aygualade has been in the family for three generations, possibly four if the 19 year old at cookery school wants to carry on. Not that la patronne wanted to talk about it but maybe that was the language barrier...

We managed to leave in good time, and it wasn't raining, which was a first for the last couple of days. Hurray.

Here's the pre-lunch trace, great ride with the GPS curvy roads function doing amazing things.

Lunch in Duras, heart of the Dordogne, excellent food, experience only marred by the Brits endlessly discussing their investments at the next tables.

And then progress was made to Riberac, with Pip challenging Jim for top spot only to realise it was lonely up there, but not as lonely as John who was some distance behind! From there it was only half an hour to the Hotel Etang Des Reynats in Chancelade, with a lake in the back garden. Nice view.

And of course Lord Eric Jones, waterrat in chief, rules the waterfront, controlling the supply of remaindered bread to the craven duck population.

Whilst our intrepid motorcycle adventurers tuck into an excellent meal.

Our final tale of the riverbank concerns our waitress, an English girl, resident in France for 11 years, who came not speaking any French because she fancied living in France and learned it in 5 years! She's lived in Paris, Toulouse, Limoges, bloody Bordeaux and now Perigeux, returning to the job she had 8-9 years ago which they have finally given her as a permie. Sweet lass but struggling, we saluted her persistence and determination! And left a €20 tip, as well as a contract on Robin White, who didn't like her speaking English to him and wrote a lengthy email to her management to complain! Hard times.