Touring with a mini-house on wheels is bound to have its pros and cons. The pros generally, far outweigh the cons. Being able to upsticks at any given moment, due to a change of mind, or circumstance, a definite positive.
Day 8 – We depart the very reasonable ‘Camping-Car Park’ in St Junien with pockets only €14.94 lighter. The pretty island town of Brantôme-en-Périgord, enclosed within a protruding hernia of the River Donne, is planned as today’s go-to. However, upon arrival, we find reception closed and the entrance barrier down. It’s obviously going to be a typically frustrating longtemps lunch. At this point, the dismally grey airborne barrage decides to open its sluice gates. We decide to change our plan – push on southwards to the very French sounding town of Villefranche [du Périgord] and Camping-la-Bastide – just a five minute walk from its medieval centre.
This terraced site has been subjected to a drop or three too. Beastie’s 3.5t belly is prohibited from resting on any sodden pitch. He’s told to reverse the full length of Allee F until he’s alongside his allocated woody spot, which he dutifully does.
There’s just enough of the afternoon left to pootle into Villefranche.
