Today was a sad day in a way, as I wasleaving the small community that had made me very welcome for the past week.

I packed, walked the dogs, theb Alan kindly drove me to the station at Chassneiul. Now Akan does not travel by train often, if ever. So when he confidently dropped me off at ‘Le Gare’, it had a aign up saying ‘Bibliotheque’. Apparently Akan does not go to the library often, if ever!

The kind lady inside explained that the station had closed and that a bus service operated. So having eventually establishef that the bus arrived outside, I popped into the supermarket for some ‘croquettes’ for the dogs; batteries for my razor and the obligitory pint of milk (instantly shared with the dogs).

The bus came and I waived goodbye to Alan. His son Julien, as we left, had kindly invited me back sometime to learn how to make bread. It stopped at Saillat-sur-Vienne and I got onto the most wonderfully graffiti painted bullet train! This took us into Limoges (for free, as no-one asked for a ticket). There we sat for a couple of hours waiting for the train to Perigeaux and onto Les Eyzies-de-Tayac-Sireuil. There it was a short walk over the bridge to the campsite: with heated pool! I had thoughr of eating in town, but laziness and tiredness combined and I had a salad, crepe and beer at the campsite restaurant which was teally just what I needed. I found out from the helpful lady at reception? that the rock paintings that I had come to see were férmed tomorrow! (C’est le France!), but some helpful cyclists from Ireland suggested visiting le grotte de Sorcier “a few kilometres up the road”. These were Irish kilometres, as it turned out to be 6!