‘Cunning plan, cunning plan’, she cries, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ‘Let’s swim downriver to the restaurant. I’ll buy you dinner. We can drink French wine and walk back across the bridge.’
We’re taking a brief rest stop en route to Galicia. The weather forecast is rain in Spain, so we’re staying put until the prospect improves – the joys of campervan living. Our location is the scenic Camping Du Bassin Nautique De Trémolat on the banks of the Dordogne, about 30km east of Bergerac, southwestern France. Trémolat sits in a valley at the top of a huge horseshoe bend in the river. The wide, sweeping waters have called to us like sirens ever since we arrived.