
The cars snoozed below decks |
as we ploughed
through the sea
 |
|

Regrouping on French soil mid-afternoon |

Dave's
alternator was found to be on the blink at this comfort stop.
|

We
arrive after the three and a half hour drive from Caen to Le Mans
while it was still light and set up camp. |

We
were soon fully established and the field kitchens functioning
|

Stocks
of Golden Grahams were checked under the cover of our Gazebos. |

Dave
brewed up |
We found our bearings |
As
time moved on some sacrifices had to be made |

We
told camp fire stories
|

Considered
the cultural treats ahead of us.
|

And
sleep overtook us. |