8. Jun, 2022

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We have been here before back in 2014, as part of our first trip in the motorhome visiting Ypres in Belgium, and various WWI battlefield locations both in Belgium and France, including this run along the north coast.

We didn't need to rush to get out. We had our lunch which included much of the lovely baguette The Chef had bought from a local boulangerie back at Bayoux, followed by a bit of relaxation enjoying the sea views.

Come the time to expend some energy we made our way in to town, passing numerous memorials up here on the clifftop along the way. There was a new one which I was very impressed with. It depicted British Tommie's coming ashore on D-Day, and all the characters were made of small steel washers all carefully spot-welded together, it was very effective.

When we got to the beach the tide was already coming in, but luckily I managed to get a few photographs of remnants of the Mulberry Dock. I could have used photographs taken on the last trip if all else failed, but I think I managed to get what I needed.

They are building a new, much larger museum to commemorate the D-Day period, which is good as this liberation business continues to be a nice little earner for the French economy, especially if this week of 'Jeep Jerks' and wonnabe's is repeated every year.

After wandering around the seafront area and along the 'High St', we came across small wooden bench outside the Tourist Information Office where we perched ourselves and just watched the world go by. We could watch the diners at the two restaurants across the road stuff themselves, as well as simply people watch, many of those people being Americans. One we could hear them, and two, we could watch them roll out of the souvenir shop on our side of the road clutching bags of tat, which will wing its way back to the good old US of A.

We sat there for ages, but when our backsides began to get numb, we felt we should be making a move. It had been a cheap afternoon out that's for sure, but still quite enjoyable I have to say.

When we returned to our parking space we found a German registered panel van conversion motorhome parked in the very last space next to us. We didn't go in it because it sloped away more than we would have liked.

Zis voss rarzer sneeky of zem. Ziss now means vee vil be shielding zem from za kvoss vind, rarzer  zan zem shielding us if zay had parked on zer udder side of uz. I sink maybe I sleep wiv zer vun eye open zay must be sneeky. Zare you see, you are now also speaking za German.

My darling Chef is currently preparing tonight's fine dining treat. I am sure it will be worth the wait.

Tomorrow we head off down the road to hopefully take a look at the new British Normandy Memorial recently opened to commemorate all of our guys who died on the D-Day beaches along here.

God bless them.