We agreed to meet up with David and Wendy again...they must be daft! We left L’Ardeche and moved to Florac on Le Tarn River in the National Park Cevannes. A pleasant forested area with a very wiggly road leading to it. The weather was lovely and we had a walk around the town.
We over indulged a little that evening playing our new game of maponimoes which is like dominoes but with cards of European Counties that link together with neighbours. We are trying to get good value out of it before 31st October when we will have to remove the UK card from the pack (or not, depending on whatever dodgy deal can be done by the politicians before then)!
Saturday was a bit cloudy and dull. David and I had planned to cycle down the Gorge du Tarn and back but the weather persuaded us to drive it instead on the way to Millau to see the Bridge. We got as far as Ste Enimie and parked up for early lunch and we changed plans again because it had warmed up. David and I had a ride down to La Malène and back. What a fantastic place this is. Gorge..oeous.
We considered staying overnight but a ‘friendly’ Gendarme’ told us that we couldn’t stay. The roads were pretty tricky with overhanging rocks and tunnels but it was unbelievably quiet on the road.
We carried on to see the Millau Bridge....designed by Norman Foster. It is a famous modern motorway bridge that spans the Tarn River near Millau. We had never seen it before.
It is quite a stunning structure. We drove back into Millau and under the bridge to find our wild camping car park at the small troglodyte village of Peyre. It is still in sight of the bridge and that is where we saw the dinosaurs on a wall for the photo above.
We had another night with David and Wendy and broke the rules by prattling on about Brexit. We did have a laugh by remembering a moment when my Mum made a slip of the tongue when talking about an ejector seat and mistakenly saying ‘ejaculation’ seat! If you knew her you would realise that it was seriously funny....she didn’t realise she had made the mistake.
Sunday morning we walked around Peyre....
Then travelled to Roquefort sur Solezon. There are a few places in France that are called Roquefort and we have previously visited towns of that name hoping they made the famous smelly blue cheese, only to be disappointed. However, on this occasion we were richly rewarded....
We had a free tour of the Papillon Fromagerie and tasting. We had to buy a half cheese to share. We didn’t mention that the English make lovely cheese in a little valley called Wensleydale, I don’t think they would be impressed! Next on the agenda was the annual Inter Vernon match of boule.
Janice and I won 2-1 which means that’s three wins in a row. Up yours Froggies! David deserved to loose for fiddling with his balls!
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