Home living, with numerous DIY outlets within easy spitting distance, creates a relaxed attitude towards those around the house, or garden jobs. On occasion when a tool fails, or a particular item is required for a certain project, it’s good to know you can just pop around the corner and collect within a few minutes.
Having a personal ‘open all hours’ garage, stuffed to the rafters with all kinds of ironmongery, an added bonus. Long gone are the times when garages were actually used to house the car.
Beastie’s working garage is stuffed to the rafters too. Crammed in around Scoot. Though with only the very barest emergency essentials. Aided by an incongruous mix of bits n bobs that Mr S considers might just save the day on occasion. There are lots of different types of very, very sticky rolls of tape for example. Anxiously lying in wait for their ‘chewing gum and string’ moment, should one of Beastie’s engine mounts fail.
Day 9 – We plan an ‘en route’ stop. Having heard that Domme is a very pretty medieval town – [aren’t they all?] and referred to as the Acropolis of the Périgord, it’s one we can’t bypass. However, on approach, we see it’s perched, like a third-year’s school cap, on top of a puzzled very high rocky outcrop. Then discover motorhome parking places up there are zero. Plus a wiggly steep road with no pavement the only other option for those not carrying grappling hooks.
A piece of deserted and semi-abandoned land provides more than enough room to unload all of those bare essentials from Beastie’s backside and enables Scoot to roll down and out. Forty minutes later we’re Scooting.
On the way up, Super-Scoot delights in sailing by couple after couple, pushing their bikes. Obviously, they should have gone to Scoot-Savers . . .
Like two little mice in a cheese-run, we exhaust every nook and cranny. Search out the prettiest portions. Add them to our memory banks. Some to DCIM. Alfresco diners’ chatter bounces around the main square in a warm glow. Creates an aimiable atmosphere and a couple of rumbling tums.
Both sides of the narrow main street overflow with converted homes. Shops housed out front, below living quarters – Roman style. Owners always eager to encourage a sale or two.
We end the day 50k further south at Camping Rivière de Cabessut, Cahors.