Thursday 22nd May Narbonne to Duilhac sous Peyrepertuse

We decide we have had enough of city life and hurricanes and decide to head towards the country and follow the wine and Cathar trail. The drive is spectacular and with every mile south east the weather improves. We are presented with glorious views of vines and castles, all drenched in sunshine. 

We climb one of the hairiest hills we have encountered so far (don’t look down!) and arrive at Duilhac which, it transpires, has the most glorious aire.

More by luck than judgment we manage to snaffle the best spot and settle in for some serious basking. We are so high up yet we still nestle under towering mountains and the castle itself 3km above. The mountains green, the sky deep blue, the village sleepy and stoney all is quiet and peaceful. Even Norm. Able Seaman moo is prancing around like a puppy catching flies, glad to be back on land.

Perched on top of the picnic table, while the aire is still quiet, Noush gives Jon a haircut which of course results in an instant influx of fellow campers all much amused. We spend a thoroughly relaxing day here in the sunshine, but as the evening draws in the weather catches us up again. We have nipped out to get supplies (we fail.. 2€50 for ONE bottle of takeaway beer…??? Don’t think so) and get caught in a sudden torrential downpour, despite racing back to Valerie everybody is drenched. No matter though, everybody happy and what’s a little weather with such in incredible view…