Day 18 Cahors to Lascabanes I forgot to mention that the agricultural landscape is now being supported by vineyards and since the autumn weather is approaching the colour of the vines are dazzling in their hue. It is lovely to see neat organized rows running up the hills often with a chateau or a stone building of some magnitude to lead them in their wine production. The land is strewn with stumpy versions of trees, small oaks and fields of wheat. Due to Geo...

Day 17 Bach to Cahors You have probably picked up that I prefer to be in the rural environment as opposed to the bigger towns but the town of Cahors is our next stop and we feel it deserves a bit of time to explore and observe. It gives us a chance to do the domestics of laundromats, ATMs and topping up the phone data which is difficult to do in the little villages. Cahors is the biggest of the town in this Quercy region with the Lot Rivet encircling around it...

Day 16 St Jean de Laur to Bach Today's morning orchestra was having trouble striking the right chord with their warm up- everyone sounded out of tune and the conductor was in great difficulty getting their attention let alone achieving any harmony. We could hear the cows making a racket, the sheep bleating and the dogs creating a great frenzy. It was when we walked around the corner of a lane that we realised what the issue was. It is Sunday and so the hunters ...

Day 15 Gréalou to St Jean de Laur What a beautiful birthday gift to have stayed at this gite last night. We wake up early to find the table is all set for our petite dejeuner and Christian has the coffee ready. The sky is a palette of pinks, blushes of cream to prepare us for the day ahead. We are guided along the track by high stone walls that look like they are constructed from masses of shale- it would have taken forever to construct such a thing. The firs...

Day 14 Figueac to Gréalou Our previous day of rest meant no heavy bags but there was still walking. G has spent his morning walking around local Capdenac to get the morning bread & then to the pharmacy to purchase the next lot of potions - he is enjoying the chance to flex the linguist tongue. Figeac is another beautiful old medieval town- I'm sure I'm not going to tire of these incredible beauties but at the same time I feel inadequate in describing the...