Living in the Past

Having some friends from Wales over for a few days, we thought we would spend the week getting wrecked, stuffing ourselves to overflow, and attempting to pot a few balls. Well, our livers demanded reprieve (so did the snooker table) so off we jolly well went on a trip into the dim and distant past.

First off, the Pont Valentré in Cahors.

This bridge also doubles as a defence against the dark forces, as well as a prison. Well, it used to. Now it just reminds us of a time gone by. Like, I guess, when we were kids...

There were some pretty lethal steps in those days, which are still totally unprotected. Health & Safety has yet to arrive in France...

As always, a nearby vineyard to supply the necessary plonk.

From within the prison walls, some managed to escape. Here is one such miscreant...

...and here is another...

From there, we too escaped, this time to the Gorges du Lot upriver a little way.

Here the obligatory stop at St Cirq Lapopie...

...where the local beverages and bits of duck were consumed...

That's us down there...

Before shipping off our friends from Wales (along with the miscreant escapee, who had to leave as he was proving too good at snooker) we popped into town to see the gay decorations.

 Now there's a job putting up all those bloody umbrellas...

Well guys, it was great to have you over. Now I just have to replenish my beer (thanks Ray), wine (thanks Lindsay & Nigel, with a modicum of help from me) after having to do two trips to the bottle bank...

And possibly to the organ bank for a new liver...