A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
The hills didn't look so much but my god were they steep. I'd cycled all the way from Auxerre, and through parts of the Limousin, which is known for being hilly, and I didn't once have to get off to push. I did here. Twice.
It's slightly too cloudy to make out but the view down into the Garonne valley was quite impressive.
The rain had been constant, but not too heavy, but then it really turned nasty and I had to look for shelter. I don't quite know why since I was already soaked to my underpants, but then it's alway's nice to be under the dry eaves of some building looking out at the rain, rather than the other way around.
I stayed here for half an hour and finished off the last of my cherries before the rain eased and I set off again down hill for a change.