| 30.06.08 Monday.
Brantome to Lisle.
Got up and packed up as our two families of mallard ducklings came to see us off. They still looked stuffed with bread from yesterday evening so got no more. Early start into Brantome for 0070 and breakfast. Then off up a steepish slope on to limestone uplands and then down past a well restored mill properly using the water to turn unlike one in Brantome that we strongly suspect of being electrically driven! A text from Rhona (Tim’s daughter) saying she had stopped with friends on the way to a wedding yesterday to try to help a dead motor cyclist and was coming to terms with the experience, lead to a necessary phone call from the top of a hill and an email later. I marvel again at the telecommunications we are using and the complete isolation that our medieval pilgrims would have had from friends and family. The day rapidly warmed up and we entered Lisle at 1200 after 5 hours and 12 miles with a sense of great relief for lunch at the local pizza place. The village may only have 900 inhabitants, but they manage to have 4 bars along with various other shops. How do they all keep going? A hot afternoon was spent showering* and washing socks etc in the usual way. After we had all showered and were lounging around on the great little Municipal site once again the only occupants, Geoff started hunting for a sock he had washed, Tony who showered last reported that the showers were not draining water down their plugholes and it did not take genius to realise where Geoff’s sock had ended up. A piece of stiff wire from a broken trellis allowed probing of the system and the release of a quite disgusting sock from its incarceration. This was accompanied by loud gurgling noises and the disappearance of the water, to our great relief as we did not fancy explaining the situation to the campsite guardian when they arrived. GF adds; only following Tim’s advice* to put the clothing in the shower, add soap and tread on it while cleaning oneself. Stupid to have such a large plughole!
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