It’s a dogs life.
All this sun and country and massive sky.
Roadside tables selling tomatoes as big as a football.
Acres and acres of wooded wonderland, snaking rivers and dusty paths.
Chateau’d hilltops and sleepy villages with obliging bars.
The Dordogne. French for ‘magnifique’. I think.
You need a bit of strength for that heat though. Those ascents.
Best to fortify oneself. Pick up supplies. Who knows what tomorrow brings?
I’m on hols. That’s a bottle of Duvel in my back pocket. I rode a few off-road miles to get it home.