Today is our last ride in Dordogne this year.
Yesterday we discovered a new town which had promise as an alternative to the well worn routes of days gone by. Since Sunday was a rain out and Shaun tested negative for Covid we had him pick the lunch spot which proved to be a perfect choice. Although the forecasts were bleak with intermittent rain we held out hope for a ride. Putting faith in the forecasters (we use various sources which rarely agree) is a tricky business as we have learned on this visit. When rain is a certainty with light sprinkles it often turns out to be a false alarm. We were not going to be fooled again so we dressed for the occasion and ventured out just past 9. The road was damp but so far, so good as we headed south along our familiar path.
As you can see when we arrived at our critical turn there were blue skies ahead so we pressed on. Only 4 KM to our turn around point. Next year we will push on to Salviac.
Here is the sign to the restaurant from yesterday so we knew we were on the right track.
A before and after photo of two walnuts waiting to be harvested. When the pod turns black it is ready to fall.
Our destination has arrived and we are still dry... the weather gods are smiling at us or just laughing at our lack of faith. .
Another quaint little village with an excellent restaurant we will return to next year.
Flowers still in bloom even though fall is here.
Kim noticed these roadside residents on the way up but waited for the photo when we were on the downhill. So much easier to stop.
This guy was the cutest and most inquisitive. Cyclists are a popular attraction.
Back on the D60 and only one KM to coffee. This will be our last visit to the Tabac in St. Pompon. We sat down next to a lovely couple who spoke the King's English so a conversation was born. After exchanging backgrounds, their love affair with the Boss (Bruce Springsteen), and other generational experiences in common, they could not resist getting an American's perspective on the election insanity from our side of the pond.
Again, we were amazed by their depth of knowledge of the inner workings of American politics. Considering most Americans could not name a single prime minister other than Churchill, they were fully versed in the play by play events of our current political season. We cut the discussion short as the witching hour for the next rain was approaching so off we went without a full understanding on how the world will survive the wrong outcome.
Kim insisted on checking out the aging corn stalks as we made our way back home. Since this is feed corn they let it die and dry before chopping and grinding for winter feeding.
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