A leisurely up and hunt for breakfast followed by a ride on the little train to learn all the history of the Citadel (I was in my element!).

Down then for another womble round the city which is really empty even for a Sunday. We got chatting to a Kiwi who learnt wood turning and setup a shop here, he was saying that due to weather takings are down by at least 30%

Had to stop for a little light 12ish pizza snack before climbing back up the steep slope to the Citadel. Photo opportunity time once more in case you forgot what we look like

Mrs Fogg decided to run up the last 100yds and then decided to do her instagram pose impression (you know the one, you see women stopping adjusting hair and make up, pouting saying look at me on my travels, to all of my 3 followers who really could care less, because they accidentally clicked like on a picture).

Or is she just looking at more history crap! Or maybe it’s just wind.

She has also managed to keep her uber white trainers spanking white so far despite the hikes and having a bottle of beer thrown over them

This is a fantastic location for a restaurant and one we have been to many times. What a wonderful evening, 3 hours of food, drink and laughter with a beautiful woman.

We would have shown the dessert but Mrs Fogg ate it too fast, oh but the second dessert is awesome

After a long walk in the heat (just over 1 mile), you need to flex your mussels and have the world’s smallest glass of fizz.

So are we walking back or catching the lazy train.

A womble in the searing heat looking for a wall. But some really nice and funky views

Mrs Fogg wants a womble down into the city, but in a cool and breezy 25 degrees, so we gotta get up at silly o’clock, but then let’s not forget the 2 cups of tea needed before we can leave.

And here we are on cup of tea number 3 and the worlds largest pain au chocolat, almost ready to set off at 9am! So why did I have to get up at 7am.

And last night while she slept I was out taking pictures and playing with the fridge ice maker.

Well apparently the seasonal norm for Carcassonne is a paltry 24 to 26 degrees. If only.

It’s just starting to cool a little here at 3pm, so aircon is running at a much needed ice cube mode

We did a little wander around but decided to head back until it starts to cool down around 8pm when it will drop to 31 degrees

But you have to keep your strength up in this heat

Bonjour from the beautiful city of Carcassonne and yet again Mrs Fogg has excelled herself by finding an awesome AirBnB for 5 nights at the same cost of one night in one of the many up market hotels.

A two hour bucket class flight, a 20 minute bus ride and tada we are all set. Aircon as well (ha ha suffer the heat in the UK!).

And now a hunt for food, my favourite is the local dish of cassoulet.

And the view from the terrace is something else

And one of our fave little restaurants

And cassoulets

As England sizzles in 30+ degree heat, here we are sat in a sweaty airport waiting to escape the intense heat for, err somewhere hotter in the south of France which is close to the 40+ degrees.

Kicking it all off with a little tipple in one of the extremely over priced lounges.