The wind had dropped overnight and was replaced with a sea mist, casting an eery halo around the morning sun.  The Tom Tom brothers were programmed and they reliably informed us that we had 85 km to Carcassone, and it was best for us to follow the D routes as opposed to the more major routes.  Now confident with handling Reg through narrow streets, we set off through the, now familiar,  landscape of vineyards and picturesque villages. Having found GPS co-ordinates of a Camping car aire the night before from a forum, we began to get worried as the streets got narrower and narrower, cursing both Tom, Tom and the author of the forum in turn until……. voila !, there it was, about 400 m from the beautiful walled, mediaeval city of Carcassonne, with its witches hat turrets and golden walls.

Now I’m a man with an ample tummy so no stranger to food so, when the guide book suggested we must try the cassoulet, a slow cooked dish full of white beans, pork and sausage..I was first in the queue. I’m even getting used to a large pastis before hand, purely to prepare for the meal you understand.

I’m not going to bore you with how George was the centre of attention again but There’ll be no prizes for guessing who is now demanding his own photos, and insisting that they are only taken presenting his best side!