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A pleasant weekend at the village of Saint-Lô-d’Ourville, just a couple of kilometres from Portbain.
A couple of kilometres to the coast along the rail trail or Vio Verde.
And a bar / cafe that was the heart of the community.
Saturday was fine, and I spent a few hours wandering the Portbain coast.
Though the rain came Saturday evening and hung around all Sunday.. good weather though for a very gentle run on the Dunes or Lindbergh. Gentle, but still ten kilometres.
Monday morning on to Utah Beach and monuments to D Day, June 6th 1944. I’ve wanted to come here for a while. Omaha Beach will have to wait for another visit, but it was beautiful morning to visit the beach. I was pretty much alone, though after a couple of hours walking the beach a few other visitors did arrive.
And Monday afternoon up to the cape at the far north of Normandy and the Contentin Peninsula, Cap de la Hague. There’s a big nuclear power station here, but away from it, and around the coast are some splendid little villages. I stayed at Saint-Germain-des-Vaux which gave me the chance to have a few hours out this morning on the coastal path, and visit the Cape.

My ferry back to the UK, set for today, Tuesday, was cancelled a few days ago, Brittany Ferries to Poole. I think it’s because it was so quiet. Instead I go a bit earlier, also from Cherbourg, but to Portsmouth. That means I have a couple of hours drive to Poole, where I have booked a van appointment for tomorrow morning, Wednesday.

The real reason for visiting Poole though is to stay the weekend with my friends Joey and Anne. We will be joined by a couple of other old cricketing friends, Matt and Danny, for the weekend. It will be a bit special, as we haven’t seen each other for a few years, and it is Round Four of the Six Nations.

We played cricket for many years together on the Wirral, and since we left we have got together in London a few times. That used to be every year for an International game, but I haven’t been since I moved to live in Chile, 2006.

The next post is likely to be after I leave Poole, in about a week.

My calculations reckon that this is my 90th day in Schengen. I left the UK on 26th September, I’m on day 159 away. I was six days on the Iceland ferry, two weeks in the Faroes, and seven weeks in Morocco. However, as I guessed, at French immigration they didn’t ask any questions, in fact, their computers were down and they were doing everything with a paper and pen.

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