The next day was bright and sunny as we headed for the Dordogne. The first part of the journey was excellent, with smooth, fairly empty roads, but after lunch the temperature climbed and it got very hot in the car, despite the air conditioning,
because we were driving directly into the sun all the way.
Tempers began to fray after we left the motorway and took to the narrow, twisting roads of the Dordogne, often overhung by rocky cliffs. The place we were looking for, Camping Maisonneuve at
Castelnaud-la-Chapelle, proved rather difficult to find. My map-reading skills have always been non-existent, in fact I suffer from a sort of map dyslexia – it all looks like a lot of meaningless squiggles to me, so I wasn’t much help to John.
When when we finally arrived at the camp site, feeling very hot and bothered, there was no obvious place to park and nobody in reception.
However, we got sorted out in the end and chose the sort of pitch we usually avoid, one in deep shade under
the trees, but in the 30-degree heat it made a lot of sense. (It wasn’t so good a few days afterwards when it rained heavily and the sound of the trees dripping onto our roof was deafening – but more of that later!)