After a lovely morning having a boat ride on the Dordogne river and a pleasant drive following the river for 50 miles I am in jeopardy of ruining it all. I have just driven through a maze of housing estate streets trying to find an ACSI campsite which wasn't there, and when I put the actual address in the sat nav instead of the ACSI coordinates I was nowhere near it. Eventually I found it, and my god, the receptionist from hell. I have never been dealt with by a more miserable and disinterested young lady in my life. She must still have been mourning the death of Jaques Cousteau or something. If I wasn't so knackered I would have driven away in a cloud of chippings. Anyway, that's off my chest now, time for a cold beer. Don't even start me on the massively sloping pitch......