Thunder, lightening and more torrential rain during the night meant we woke to a complete marshland inside the awning!! Not good.
We showered and packed away all the soggy gear and simply set off for the South. There must be some sun somewhere … surely. (Or maybe Tim has taken a last minute holiday to France… bet that’s it … typical!).After four hours on the road, the sun finally broke through and we stopped at a lovely Aire on the River Dronne just outside La Roche-Chalais for some lunch and a go on the pen fishing rod which turned out to have a clutch problem!, so we moved on again. By 5pm we had found this campsite in a small town called Casteljaloux, on the river. I’m still feeling very drained and have developed a very irritating muscle tick beneath my left eye, so Ant cooked a much needed chicken curry and I got another early night.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins