A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Click on this photo to see a panorama, but I think even this smaller photo suggests the wider landscape that I'm in at the moment. It's getting more hilly and this means that when you crest a hill you can suddenly see a long way. It was still damp, as you can see, but nice riding.
This was about 1.00ish, which means I'd had lunch. It's a pity I can't remember where I ate since it was the worst food I'd eaten and the owner was horrible. She was short tempered and rude, almost straight away, I should have just acted on my first impulse, which was to walk out after the first exchange. It was simply that someone had said the food was good and I was tired.
This photo shows off what was becoming an increasing number of impressive dwellings. It was the Charente still I think, though I was near to the Dordogne. You can see why the English like the area, it was increasingly like some dream of England, but with sun.
At one point I passed a particularly nice stone-built house with someone working up a ladder who shouted down to his helper: "pass us the 'ammer Steve, willya?" Not french then.