Sunday 15 April
We’re in France, so what do you do on a Sunday morning
when you aren’t going anywhere, croissants and coffee.
We had concluded yesterday that we would stay another day
because there was still fog forecast for this morning, and we did not think it
would clear in time to leave and catch the required tide into Dover. So we had a lie in, although we still woke
early, and then Dave and I set off in search of a boulangerie. Unlike every
other French town I have ever been to, there was not one on every street
corner, and we had to walk a surprising distance before we found one.
Eventually we spotted a gentleman carrying a baguette, and concluded we must be
close by. We found the shop and bought the appropriate ingredients for mid
morning coffee and lunch before setting off back to the marina.
We have cleaned the boat a bit, topped up the fuel and
planned our route for tomorrow. We have also had a quick practice of singing
about “the white cliffs of Dover” just to get us in the mood for being back in
Blighty.
After lunch we walked along the beach promenade for some
distance. We passed a restaurant where the was obviously some sort of private
party, as there was a swing band on a balcony in 1940’s uniform, churning out Glenn Miller
style music.
We then visited the Dunkerque 1940 museum. This is a town
committed to not forgetting the heroics that were performed here by the French,
British, Dutch and Belgians. On the major streets, every couple of hundred
metres, there is a plaque or board with a photograph of that period, and a
suitable inscription. The museum was small, and stocked with the jettisoned
equipment of the era. There are also boards telling the story of what happened,
day by day, in both English and French. There is also a feature about the
Czechs, who were tasked with liberating what was left of the town, after the
Normandy landings. It was quite a harrowing experience to be confronted with
some much evidence of mankind’s inhumanity to others.
Distance covered today - 0 nautical miles
Total distance covered - 536 nautical miles
Steve (and Tricia)
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