Louise is distraught as it appears the army lads have left the campsite!
We spent some time planning the next phase of our journey last night, which ended up a bit of a disaster. Too many kilometres and not enough time to get to Amsterdam by the scheduled 6th June. This is pretty much a non-negotiable date as we are meeting Emily, our youngest daughter, here on her way back from travelling. If she gets there first she will grab the double bed and hold it for the duration of the stay.
Anyway the planning meeting turned into a morass of options, train journeys and even looking at ferries via the UK(?). We called a halt in the hope that some reflection today would magically give us an answer.
Today we headed for Pegasus Bridge. Identified as a key bridge to remain intact if troops are going to progress from the beaches, it was captured by the British paras in a daring glider assault. They also grimly hung on until relieved by a bag-pipe playing unit from the landings themselves.
We again tried the fractured cycle path to Ouistreham and again ended up settling for the road. Once we hit the Orne canal there was an excellent cycle path along its banks, straight to the bridge. It continues on into Caen.
We arrived at the (now new) bridge to find it being opened for a large ship exiting to the port.
Onto the Pegasus Bridge museum, with its intelligent and thoughtful displays, including many artefacts donated by soldiers who took part in the action. Outside there is the original bridge itself, a mock up Horsa glider and, the obligatory BIG tank!
As with the Canadian museum yesterday, there was also a very moving film about the taking of the bridge.
Even better, we met some of the army leaders from the campsite and the next group of army lads who had arrived at our campsite in the night. Anyway, Louise has suggested (or is that insisted?) we eat by the pool this evening.
On the we back, we stopped off for lunch to be greeted by an all too familiar set of statements ‘you can’t just have a drink, it is not a bar’ (no sh*t Sherlock we were planning to eat), ‘You cannot have a starter as it is too late’ (well, by the time you served us the main course, we could have eaten 3 starters), ‘No, we do not have a plat du jour’ (then why does it say ‘couscous’ in the bar (that is not a bar)).
Despite the abrupt approach by the waiter, we just laughed about it and quite enjoyed the meal really. No tip was forthcoming, however.
After our 37k trip we were in need of a nap and duly obliged.
We then resurrected our planning session and managed to forge some kind of a way forward for the next four days at least. We are off to Caen tomorrow and have booked an AirB&B, which looks good.
We then have the tricky issue of trying to get a train from Caen to Amiens with Claud. Aside from the fact that there is a degree of uncertainty about whether they will take a tandem, France is in meltdown at the moment with petrol blockades and strikes. A quick scan of the local TV news shows burning cars and blockading mobs all across the country. Friday will be interesting……..
Anyway, so here we are, eating by the pool. Louise is not looking at me very much, not sure why(!).
We both agree; tomorrow heralds the next stage of our adventure……..