Sadroc

We were lucky yesterday to be able to walk out and dodge the showers. During the evening and through the night the rain returned, heavy and persistent at times. We knew our luck would run out with the weather at some point, and it seems that it has.

Thankfully it was dry when we set off this morning, but the roads took us up hill and down dale. Some of the uphill took us up into the low cloud, making the day more miserable.

We know from the forecast, for the next week, our luck has run out, and it's rain all the way until we return home. We once again, envied the conveys of vans heading south. How we wish we could turn the clock back a few weeks. Oh well, at least we'll be climatised for the English weather. Once we are home, it'll be time to plan our trips to new and exciting places next year.

Angela's brother is on holiday in Australia at the moment, and today he was taking a boat trip through the Cataract Gorge, (unusual name), in Tasmania. It seems an age ago since we 'drove' through the Verdon Gorge, in the Burgundy region of France, on our return from Italy earlier this year.

A boat trips one thing, but the nervous thrill of driving through, and avoiding the rocks of a gorge another. Italy is definitely somewhere we'd like to return to, so perhaps that will be on the list for next year. We'll have to check with Marge, if she's ready to take on the Italian drivers again!

After five hours of driving, we are now on the aire at Sadroc.

We're sure it is a very pretty village when the weather's good, but not today. Sad, is how you would describe it. Today is All Saints Day here, so a public holiday. Despite the rain, we donned waterproofs and ventured out, but only for a short while, it was just too miserable.

We walked up to the nearby church and then out to the edge of the village past the cemetery, which was busy with visitors, despite the weather. We realise why now, this being an important day for those of the Catholic faith.

(Flowers at the War Memorial, it was too wet to revisit the cemetery to take more photographs)

The graves were adorned with a fantastic display of chrysanthemums, of vibrant reds, yellow, pink and orange. We'd never seen a floral display like it before.

We are now in the Limousin region of France, home of the Massif Central Mountains. I think we may have introduced Marge II to a taste of them today. Thank god she's a strong old girl, we don't think Marge 1 would have survived this trip without self destructing.

Tomorrow's destination is the Loire valley, where will be back on familiar ground. As for the weather bring it on! Today may have been All Saints Day, it was also, 'end of shorts day'!