Languedoc is reasonably flat vineyard country although it has a mountain or two just to make it interesting. The weather was a bit iffy when we woke up so our planned trip to the seaside was delayed by a second cup of coffee.
Although it was overcast and misty, Mike assured me if wouldn't rain so we headed off to get some lunch in Marseillan. We took some lovely little country roads through the middle of the vineyards and old old villages.
We arrived at the port and spent the next hour and a half leisurely feeding our faces on scrumptious seafood and duck pate. When you imagine life in the South of France, this is exactly what it feels like!
We then went exploring the coastline and up to Lac de Salagou along some of the nicest roads in the south. Mike tells me it is because the Tour de France came through the area so they retarred all the roads to make it smooth for the bikes. Can't argue with that!
Heading home, we came back over the mountain along the narrowest, windiest trail littered with debris and gravel and it was just delightful. Our speed dropped to about 20km/h and negotiating our way around twigs and rocks and continual hairpin bends was enormous fun. The countryside was stunning and the track was empty of other vehicles.
We got home and even Henry was grinning.
That evening Mike and Christine had been invited out to dinner again by a Swiss couple, Charlotte and Manfred. I tagged along as the token Aussie and we had yet another delectable meal in delightful company.