It may have been the final day of our French trip but we managed to pack an awful lot in with the ferry not leaving until after 6.00 in the evening. The first thing we did after leaving our campsite was to park up in the town or at least in the huge space provided for motorhomes in a convenient spot for us to walk in without having to jam up the centre of the town itself. The set up for visitors is so considerate of motorhomes and camper vans and it makes life so much easier.
The children enjoyed shopping for souvenirs and had pastries to celebrate the last day and we saw the paratrooper stuck on the church, a model of him anyway for which the town is famous. It's packed with American tourists who have likely got connections with family who were part of the Normandy landings and a lot of them lost their lives or were wounded in the fighting. I can understand th desire to visit and a nice thing to note was the number of flags honouring the men and the countries from which they came to help in the liberation of France and Europe. There was no shying away from acknowledging the debt owed, just gratitude.
We drove on back to Cherbourg with plenty of time to spare and took a last minute decision to turn off at a roundabout where we found a brilliant beach and spent the afternoon enjoying more sunshine and the beauty of the coast. I was amazed it could be so lovely a stone's throw from the port.
There was another welcome treat awaiting us, a very calm crossing from Cherbourg back to Poole with a wonderful sunset. It capped off a fantastic fortnight, one which matched my hopes for the break and gave a real taste of motorhoming. It worked out as I hoped it would and the idea of chasing the sun worked too with plenty of seaside trips, pool fun and warm evenings and nights with good food and drink. The children loved it and did brilliantly. It really could not have been any better.
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