It was a quiet and restful night at Arromanches aire, even though it was full. I woke up half way through the night feeling hungry after my meager supper at the bistro, but managed to hold on till breakfast, which consisted of lovely ‘lingots au chocolat’ and coffee.
Soon after 9.30 am we set off to visit the D Day Museum, which was fascinating, as expected, with its video of how the Mulberry Harbour was built in Britain in pieces and brought to these shores on ships: what a vision of that great man, Churchill!
We also visited the 360º cinema showing the film ‘The Price of Freedom’, again very moving and humbling and well worth a visit. You stand in the middle of the auditorium and you feel as if you are on one of the landing ships, with guns firing at you from the beach and cliffs ahead. You are also surrounded by aero planes, deafened by the noise of the engines, but being part of the battle at the same time, viewing the land from above. You see people and animals and it’s all extremely real. It really brings into perspective the horror that these incredibly brave young men went through and the sacrifices they made for our freedom. I don’t think I will ever forget that harrowing experience and I will always feel grateful to those men I never met for having the freedom to travel and enjoy Europe as I please.
After that, we strolled on the beach back to aire, taking more pictures of the remains of the Mulberry Harbour in better light, as it was a beautiful sunny and warm autumn morning.
We then drove to Longues-sur-Mer, where we parked for the rest of the day. We had usual lunch, siesta and another walk to see the numerous German batteries and pill boxes on the cliff top, still in extraordinary good condition, guns and all, as if it had only been left yesterday! They were obviously built to last!
We also walked down to the beach and admired the cliffs formation from below. Back in the ranch, we read for a bit and we’ve just finished dinner of cassoulet for Adonis and remainder of ‘Spag Bol’ for me (much better than the rubbish I had last night).
I am about to finish my Florence Nightingale book and, as every time I come to the end of any book, I feel a bit sad and don’t want to finish it, but another good book will follow, no doubt.