A holiday is not a holiday unless I have navigated Mr CW up a road with increasing amounts of grass up the middle or failing that into a hill town with narrowing switchbacks. This year I have been sacked as navigator and Sadie the Satnav has taken my place. Moncontour is a medieval hill town that once thrived on the hemp trade and has not grown beyond its walls. Sadie ignored the straight wide approach to our hotel and selected instead the twisty narrow one, she is now truly part of the family! Whilst in Moncontour we stayed in the delightfully eccentric Chambres d’hôtel a la Garde Ducale on the pretty main square.