Enjoying the Sun and Heat

The refreshing lake ... ahhhh

So Mum and I have been enjoying Bergerac and the sun.  It has been hot hot hot and in typical Mum-style every morning she says, “oh it is nice and cool today.”  Even though the temperature is set to be 30+C  and I mention to her that it might be a little wiser to wear cooler clothing and perhaps more reasonable shoes.  But in her assured way, she resists and decides to go with what she is wearing.

Replenish with water, I say!!! Nice face

Of course by 12 or 1pm, we are both sweltering and Mum is wanting to stop for a refreshment.  Ah well.  Some things never change.

No, I'll have a glass of wine, Mum says

I felt most guilty, when I convinced Mum to walk to the lake because it was yet another hot day and I figured a swim in the lake would be a lovely respite from the heat.  Well, since I normally run the route on my jog, my actually estimation of walking time and also given the consideration that Mum is 85 years-old, well, was a little off.  I was feeling somewhat concerned by the time we reached the lake about an hour later, boiling hot, and likely more like 4 km of a walk.

Alright, fine, no taxi, we walk, drink up!

Well, despite that, the water was lovely and cool and we both enjoyed it immensely.  So Mum suggested, and I was more than happy to comply, to get a taxi to return.  Well for some reason, one of which I will not ever be able to tell you why, the Bergerac Taxi “guy” told me there were no taxis available to come up to the lake to get us.  So we lingered around for awhile, waiting  for the sun to go down a bit, and by 6 pm, started our slow walk back to town.

Hey, who's this dude, tired dog on the boat on the river

I soaked a towel so that Mum could keep herself cool and we walked slowly and took our time, but I was quite miffed that there were no taxis.  How silly is that?  Regardless, we made it home fine and Mum had a lovely soothing bath and all was good.  You just forget when you are not 85 that there might be some limitations.

Thirsty willows along the River Dordogne

But Mum was a good sport and we now have a car at our disposal, so all is good.  As I always say, onwards and upwards.