We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
for a 4 course lunch. Last week on 26/08/12 we had
officially been ‘en vacances’ for 12 months and thought a nice lunch out would
suffice for a celebration. We are in the Perigord Noir region of the Dordogne,
home to Foie Gras and Black Truffles. I now know why the locals have no qualms
about force feeding their geese and ducks to fatten their livers, they practice
on the tourists and watch us stagger about gasping after lunch, see that we
survive and then do the same to their animals. It was a feast of pork and
gizzards and cheese – we even refused dessert.
La Roque Gageac
We are staying near a medieval bastide (fortified town)
called Domme, perched high on a hill above the Dordogne Rover, by which we are
camped. Bastides are fairly common around here, as are lovely stone villages
and picturesque vistas of the river. Sadly Domme is now a tourist town filled with
shops selling tourist tat, expensive jewellery and local food, but still worth
The area is positively lousy with Chateaux, almost every
turn you take, there is another incredible edifice standing proudly on a cliff.
We only have been inside one, as really they are all quite similar, but
climbing up to them and walking around the associated villages, we never get
tired of. There’s always a cold beer to reward to the effort.
We visited another bastide, south of here called Montpazier,
perfect in it’s originality and lack of rebuilding. A wonderful market was held
in the original market place, followed of course by a wonderful lunch of local
food and a dog to beg for the scraps.
The weather has been kind, well kind of hot, but we never
complain after wet Wales. There is the occasional thunderstorm in the early
evening, and following downpour, but it doesn’t last and we just sit smugly under
our awning, having a glass of Rosé. Today, on the contrary has been cool,
hence a moment to write the blog.
The local wine is from an AC called ‘Pécharmant’. Of course we have sampled a
few and some have been very good. Mainly Bordeaux right bank blends of Merlot,
Cab Sav and Cab Franc, with a very dense dark fruit on the palate.
Lawrence needed little persuasion this morning to drag out
the tool kit and rejig one of the under seat lockers to provide more wine
storage. We have devised a new unit of measure – WBE (wine bottle equivalent).
I think we’ve increased capacity by about 18 WBEs.
We are heading to Bordeaux on Monday and I have a feeling
that it will be filled fairly smartly.