For the last full night in France the Aire at Honfleur is playing host, tomorrow off to Dieppe and then at stupid o’clock Friday morning, the ferry to Newhaven. (The trip will probably be a bit lumpy given the current inclement weather.) This slightly earlier departure means that I shall be home for all the descendants birthdays which are inconveniently placed over the next 2 months, two before and two after Christmas – there just better be plenty of cake, preferably chocolate (I’ll bring my own wine).
The back road from Bayeux to here took me past the first house in France to be liberated by the British 6th airborne division on the night of 5th June 1944, and across Pegasus bridge the last of my WW2 must see sites. This brings me to part 2 of Invasion which is, of course, the Allied invasion of Normandy. Because of the anniversary of Armistice day it had seemed very appropriate to end this trip to France by visiting the iconic landing sites. As with my trip around WW1 sites last year I found it quite emotional and the casualty figures extremely sad; all those mainly very young lives on both sides literally cut to ribbons.
I may not have had a poppy with me but I did remember them at Gold, Juno and Sword.
We do remember them