As Jimmy Cricket would say, there's more! (ulster humour)

We awoke to fabulous weather on the Tuesday morning, so we kitted up and headed off for a much needed breakfast, only the one-way system in Sarlat caught a couple of our group out so it took a little time to hit the trails.
we had the tricky rooty ladder climb to do, no hassle at all!. A far cry from the slippery problems of last year, thought there was a more pronounced gully at the top. I know the other group had to work at getting jethrodog and mighty GS mothership through, so fair dues they were right on our tail!.
The trail goes through the house, near L Ouysee




We joined forces with the other group for grand cafe olay at Souillac before the push to Ramadour (I�ve vistited France at least a dozen times and never felt the need to go there!, until last years trail trip, now this is the third time being there, apparently it�s the next most visited place in france after the tower thing in Paris), there is some steep trails leading into the valley, not really technical just potentially dangerous, a sizeable drop if you get it wrong!

Anyhow a fine lunch was had despite the touristy location. Unfortunately Phil, roast-beof had to return home. On the road into the valley we saw a large bird, no idea what it was, vulture/ eagle. It was semi tame, a couple of ankle chains (classy sort) bloody hell could it nip! I was glad I had my gloves on!

Wahey I�ve pulled a bird in france!


Magnon, showing us some trials skills dropping into the valley trail




Last year the climb out of the valley beat me, I had to receive assistance to make the climb (in fairness I was carrying a new tyre that would have made the difference, if it had been fitted, purchased that morning, enduro excuse no.348) no such problems this time, we all romped up like it was a flat road.

Unfortunately Charles bike was starting to fade a little, intermittedly the power would just drop off, earlier a branch had got rammed in between the frame and tank so we started there, stripping the loom we quickly repaired a frayed wire on the 690, not sure what it was for just, the bodged repair did the trick and we retired to St Cere for the night


After my usual tea of casolote i had a look around the bike, ****** a flat in the rear, so in with the spare tube. Now i found a bigger problem, my LC4 cushdrive bearing had started to collapse only one thing to do, ignore it! At least until it was knackered completely!

Tidy camp, newer tent for me