I nearly forgot…on the way through Tonneins, the town is decorated with, well, I’m not sure really. Lots of toy-art/paintings/sculptures. They are scattered about, on roundabouts, verges, central reservations, on the front of buildings. Little sack people, made of toy parts.
A good idea for rainy days and restless children!
It was cold yesterday. Cold and windy and miserable.
And what does any self-respecting English family do on a cold, windy, miserable day? We go for a picnic.
It was all part of our visit to see Nana. She is at the Agen Hospital, quite a distance away. So we packed some eggy sandwiches, a flask of hot chocolate and some Agen prunes.
After the visit, we made our way to the canal that runs through that part of the city, found a bench, pulled up our hoods and started our picnic. We did get some funny looks from the passing joggers and cars, which we found highly amusing. We could imagine them saying….’Bet they’re English!’. And we didn’t disappoint. We finished just as the errant pigeons arrived to polish off the crumbs and set off for Aiguillon.
Aiguillon is at the confluence of the Garonne and the Lot. Stunning it is too. As you cross the bridge over the Lot, there is a spectacular view of the weir and two derelict mills. With the rain swelling the river recently, the level is high and the river wide and fast. Quite breathtaking.
And it’s possible to get quite close!
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