

Salviac, France
As we leave the aire traffic in the town is manic, gridlock on the mini roundabouts and every parking spot full.
We take a pretty, winding route to Gourdon, crossing the river and climbing to rock heights then descending to the valley floor. At Gourdon we fnd the service point, which turns out to be about as awkward a it could be. The grey water is up over a raised drain, requiring a hose; the fresh water is an oval stub which won't take a hose so we have to ...