The O-Folk in the South of England
Day Five
We spent the fifth day in France along the Normandy coast. It's a long way to Normandy and we've been on a ferry before; they try to provide distractions, but there really isn't much to do besides sleep, and if you're not in the first wave to get on, all the good places are snapped up right away. That gave us the idea that, if we book a berth, we wouldn't have to worry about getting a good seat; we could just sleep through the crossing. Unfortunately for me, I can't sleep on anything that's moving. I knew that about planes, busses, and trains, but I didn't know I couldn't sleep on ferries until this trip. I went through the whole night, and the next night, in a hazy half-sleep. Think of the waiting room at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
What did we do in Normandy? Sample wine at the vinyards? Visit cozy little towns? No. I've always wanted to pay my respects to the beach head of the D-Day invasion. Go ahead, roll your eyes. Lucky for me I'm not married to you. Barb very patiently helped me navigate the whole day up and down the coast to see every landing beach, and a wonderful job she did, too. She even got out to look around once in a while, although she got a little cold. These pictures show Tim and me at Omaha Beach, and the ruined bunkers at Pointe du Hoc.
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What did we do in Normandy? Sample wine at the vinyards? Visit cozy little towns? No. I've always wanted to pay my respects to the beach head of the D-Day invasion. Go ahead, roll your eyes. Lucky for me I'm not married to you. Barb very patiently helped me navigate the whole day up and down the coast to see every landing beach, and a wonderful job she did, too. She even got out to look around once in a while, although she got a little cold. These pictures show Tim and me at Omaha Beach, and the ruined bunkers at Pointe du Hoc.