A dogs life in the Dordogne

The Dordogne.

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. 

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