This was the day that Dave and I relived a part of our childhoods.
We'd both holidayed in the Dordogne as children and both remember visiting caves in the area, none more impressive than Le Gouffre de Padirac near Rocamadour.
It was ideal cave visiting weather: wet and cold-ish. We set off on a two hour journey with children plugged into Wallace and Gromit and The Curse of the Were Rabbit via the DVD players.
The SatNavs (always used in pairs) made for an interesting journey. Even when we were passing signs clearly indicating Le Gouffre de Padirac we followed the SatNav and whilst the roads we took weren't exactly farm tracks, they proved to be an excellent route to test suspension ride quality.
The caves were perhaps more impressive than I remember, but being there triggered a few things I'd forgotten. Like my Dad's vertigo which he struggled to overcome as we climbed the steps towards the top of the steepest and highest cliff face within the cave. I didn't remember the boat ride being as long as it was and I'm pretty sure the souvenir photo didn't feature when I was last there.
When we emerged into the daylight the rain was still there. We ate lunch and headed home, children watching Wallace and Gromit on the return journey too.
Hunger was on our minds when we returned and I knew that we'd booked an archery session which would delay the evening meal so I opened a family-sized bag of bolognese flavoured crisps. Not the nicest flavour I've ever tasted but Ethan was a fan.
He said they were better than ready salted, better than salt 'n' vinegar and better than porn and cocktails.