Poor effort on Day 1
Poor effort on Day 1
So up at 7.30am and bags packed - not quite as neatly as on the outward leg it has to be said.
Breakfast and tea, rubbish to the bins and rooms checked for anything left behind. Bags into the boot . . . then out again when some late finds were located that needed popping in one of the bags - then back in again.
A visit from Monique and Michel to check we hadn’t destroyed the place, followed by some lengthy goodbyes. Then we were off!!
We decided to take the lengthy route to the airport to kill some time and so pushed on via the D15 and D931 to Agen, We skirted the outskirts of Agen before taking the D813 with the intention on staying on this through and all the way to Toulouse. We stuck rigidly to the D813 keeping the river Garonne to our offside. For the first since Tuesday we had rain all the way. When we reached Castelsarrasin we decided to grab a coffee and had to run from the car to avoid the worst of the downpour.
After coffee we continued on the D813 until we reached Grisolles. We then headed south west towards Toulouse on the D49 and D17 and on route took in the sights of Granade, the location of our first nights meal.
Passing through Granade we took the Rue de Toulouse in to the fringe of the airport.
As we were still early we took in a couple of shops in a nearby shopping mall before finally making our way to the airport and the car rentals.
Car returned without issue we entered the airport and started our fairly lengthy wait for the flight.
To keep me occupied I was told by Teresa that Mr H and Munch had spotted an unattended bag and some shoes outside the mens toilet, which apparently had been there for some time.
On checking the area of the bag and spotting a number of still full wine bottles I guessed what awaited - and sure enough, on opening a closed, but not locked mens cubicle, I was almost overcome with alcohol fumes. Within, was an awake but collapsed, shabbily dressed man, in a state of part undress, slumped against the cubicle wall but half balanced on the khazi, mumbling French to me.
Not wanting to try and get him out myself and risk wearing any of the wine he had consumed, I went and sought help. Two minutes later French medical staff attended and whisked the guy away, together with his bottles of unconsumed red.
Anyhow - excitement over we eventually checked in and made our way un-eventfully through security to await our flight.
I noted on my phone whilst waiting that Man Utd had suffered another poor result, which did make me giggle but that quickly stopped when I realised my lot were as likely a poor result tomorrow.
Anyhow that’s us - sitting waiting at the gate for a plane.
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Well - last full day today, the week has flown by.
Started the morning with brekkie and a natter about the week, what to do today and times for tomorrows departure from Roqué and flights etc etc.
At midday we loaded into the car for one last drive out having decided to re visit Nérac for the afternoon.
Heading out west on our well trodden and beloved D15 and then onwards westbound on the D656 we pulled into Nérac. We managed to park in our now usual spot and then wandered the streets for a few hours, stopping occasionally for drinks (combined with people watching) ice creams and retail therapy for Teresa Munch and Mary.
We wandered down through the old town and took time out to visit and enter the church - Église Saint-Nicolas de Nérac, built i. 1749 and which is stunning inside. We were the only visitors when we entered - only the silence seemed loud.
We continued down to the river - the Petite Baise, before making our way back to the car.
We drove the return route back to Roqué via Laplume for some last night essentials - milk!!
Another evening was spent sitting in the late sunshine, over eating and drinking the last of the wine reserves.
Late coffees and that was it - time to hit the pillows so we are up bright and breezy tomorrow to pack and vacate by 10am.
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