After our pleasent tootle through farmland and rolling hills we decided to head to an Aire de Service in Albi. Geoffs first mistake….. our plan was to cruise in, pop Berty into this lush sounding spot right behind the cathedral, and have a stroll round the city. What actually happened was that we got instantly lost. Then followed a jolly couple of ours of hideously narrow, one way streets. After having driven round the cathedral a billion times we plugged to address into the phone. The place basically wasn’t there. Much cursing later we found an Aire. We would have been forgiven for missing it as it was a small piece of scrubland on ghe side of the road. Hot, scratchy and hungry, I prized my hands off the wheel. Geoff eased a kink in his back. All three squeakers leaped out brightly demanding food and skipping along the filthy, dog crud infested pavements!

Slept surprisingly well, and our spirits revived by the morning sun, we walked into town and looks at the HUGE cathedral.