I have a little set-up here in the manor.
Basically it’s a collection of disks all connected to a network so I can access everything from everywhere.
One disk has a few films and series on it, another has my own collection of music [about 20,000 tracks?!] and all my digital photographs [nearly 5,000].
Last night we had watched a film and when it was over I idly started flicking through the photos.
We nearly wept.
I had found a whole collection of images I had taken in France around the Dordogne region over several holidays.
On our first trip to France we had gone the whole hog – all the way down to the Spanish border in an old Fiesta packed to the roof with luggage and a three year old. If I was going to learn how to drive on the wrong side of the road, I might as well do it properly?
The second trip was in ’90 and we happened by chance to end up near Sarlat-la-Caneda. We fell in love with the area and returned a further three times.
It’s hard to describe the Sarlat area. It has just about everything we wanted in abundance.
The weather is fantastic – usually dead calm with temperatures around the thirties and it’s a very comfortable temperature. None of that Irish thing where if the thermometer rises above twenty you start to sweat ike mad and get very uncomfortable.
The towns and villages in the area are amazing. All seem to be stuck in the middle ages yet all function perfectly. Sarlat in particular is a modern town [we’d call it a city in Ireland] but the entire heart of it is medieval architecture and all pedestrianised.
Of course the food there is somewhat different from the Irish stuff. The one of the plate above is Confit de Canard! One of my favourite dishes over there.
Now the problem is that looking at the photographs has given us a wee hankering to return. Things have changed somewhat since our last visit ten years ago. Whatever luggage we bring would have to leave enough room for a wheelchair or a wheelie-walker, not to mention the dog. Wherever we go has to be on a level, so stairs are out. Either that or we have to get Herself’s knees replaced [but I can’t find any suitable knees on eBay].
One way or another, we are determined to return.
Maybe next year?