Up early to get some gas. Only joking, we never get up early, but found a great LPG section in our Aires book and yippee there is a LPG garage just down the road. No Jane, not that road, it is closed. Oh, not again. Reversing and 10 point turns and left and right and it was only 1.4 m away in the first place.
Jc fits our new adapter at the garage and hmm whilst we accepted help, I think really that Jc has got the hang of it. Monsieur gas man put his hand on the bottle, knocked the gauge off (which I had carefully wedged back on) and then proceeded to gabble on about the fact that something was missing - the gauge in fact. Anyway, suffice to say that we filled up and by this time there were 5 cars behind us and one was hooting his horn. We decided to abandon filling up with diesel and roared off to the exit. Not exactly sure what we hit but there was a big scraping sound at the back end, and then we were away onto the D88! We stopped a little way down the road but as usual could find no damage. Phew!
The River Tarn is like the Dordogne, deep and slow often tree lined and usually running through high valleys. Absolutely gorgeous scenery although very foggy and as our left for right headlight stickers have fallen off our headlights we have had to apply our trusty electrical tape instead.
Our route included going through a very long ( about 0.5 kilometres) low, tunnel, which was quite exciting.
We have opted for another Aire en route in Broquies tonight which has a loo, water and free electrics. Perfect.
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Location:Broquies
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