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Much More Something That Is Nothing
Ride Date 21 Sep 2025
By Bogger
Day 6 Sunday
As ever I was up early and showered. I made a brew and took Pete a cup of tea in bed. I spoil that bloke. This was our last day in Riberac and we hadn’t got anything planned as yet. Pete had left his phone in Verteillac the previous evening, so he obviously needs to collect that and wanted to say goodbye to the FF crew. We breakfasted once again at the Café de Collones, served by Napoleon of course. We chose to sit outside in the warm morning sun. Bliss.
Suitably refreshed from breakfast we head for Verteillac again. We’ve done this journey a few times now, but it was always a pleasurable ride. Lovely scenery and roads, no hardship at all. One thing did tickle me on every trip to Verteillac. I’m on the country roads with very few houses en route. But on one of the hills there was a house sat back from the road by around hundred metres. Every time I was approaching a big black dog lying on the veranda of the house would hear the scooter approaching from down the road.
It would jerk its head up and race full pelt across the full length of the garden going nuts. It would smash into the green interlocking fence at the garden's end and continue to go berserk until I had passed. It was probably the fittest and definitely the most mentally deranged dog in the area.
We arrive in Verteillac at 11.00am and all the FF guys are milling about chatting sat outside their BnB. Apparently a decision has been made to visit the town of Brantome en Perigord, set alongside the river Dronne. First port of call though is to the village of La Tour Blanche and Rob’s house, so he can collect his bike. Bike duly collected, it’s just a short ride to Brantome fourteen miles away.
We arrive in Brantome in gloriously warm sunshine and find ourselves a parking spot perched above the river. Brantome is idyllic. It is busy with tourists, but that doesn’t detract from the beauty of the place one bit. I buy myself an ice cream and sit, along with the others, on the side of the river taking it all in. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - I definitely like France, it really does have some special places.
Times getting on, it’s around 5pm and me and Pete wanted to get back and sort our gear out for the long ride tomorrow up to Malestroit in Brittany. We said our goodbyes and I set my phone to maps for the short trip back to Riberac. After a couple of miles we were once again, courtesy of the phone, on the tiny back roads. To be fair you could really wind the throttle on as the road surfaces were excellent as was the visibility.
The other advantage being no traffic, well there was one vehicle that I encountered. I can see it approaching in the distance. I was travelling quite quickly and you know what? It looks like he’s on my side of the road. Five seconds later yes he’s definitely on my side of the road and looks like he’s not seen me yet due to the dappled shadows from the trees. Finally he sees me and pulls over to the correct side of the road TFFT. I clock the registration plate. Yup, definitely French??
Pete is struggling to keep up with me on this section of road due to the aforementioned dappled lighting conditions. His ancient eyes (LOL) are struggling to cope. I do the decent thing and slow a tad for him to catch up. Once back we sort out most of our stuff for tomorrow. We cook ourselves the food we purchased from the market and retire, no not to bed, get a grip. To the Palais café, of course. We spent another pleasant evening trying our best to chat to the locals and enjoying our final night in what turned out to be a really charming little French town.
To bed, once again. Ooh Err it’s another big day tomorrow.
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Feet Forward Prologue
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Much More Something That Is Nothing
Another lazy day for Bogger before some big miles tomorrow. Ice cream this time with no mention of beer but I'm sure some was involved.
Reader's Comments
Upt'North ยน said :-
That Triumph is an abomination. It hurts one's eyes to peep at it, so I won't. A crime against motorcycling humanity.
Pffffffftttttt.
Upt.
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