Friday brought more driving south. I don’t what I like least – the rattling as a huge lorry passes us, the runaway train syndrome as we rush down steep hills and up the other side, or me sitting on the wrong side of the van as Victor overtakes the mad Frenchmen! But I am getting more used to it, and am loving the picnic lunches at the lovely Aires on the motorway. Late afternoon and we reached Massiac, south of Clermont Ferrand. This stopover was at a Snail Farm which was perched on the top of a hill overlooking the little town in the Valley below. The owners were charming and the son described to us how they breed thousands of snails in their fields, all trapped in by small electric fences – although we did see some escapees! As he did not speak alot of English, it was quite complex trying to get a grasp of the details he was giving us! That evening their chef in their tiny restaurant cooked snails for us in about six different ways – all equally delicious. The family had a big Labrador so Victor was happy! We ate and drank well that night.
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