It was a nice start to the day - we ate 'petit dejourner' and lovely coffee at a traditional french cafe looking over the English Channel. The ferry was massive, and we had lovely lounge chairs each. Julie slept. We met an American who offered to take out photo, who then said his father was an original US 101 Airborne, who was on board with us. What an honour to share time with this quiet gentle man who as a 20 year old dropped at night on to where Dead Mans corner is now. He told us of his friend who dropped onto the Green Devils and was 'slaughtered' (his words). He was also friends with the guy who was caught on the church tower (who incidentally hung for a day pretending to be dead because the germans still occupied the town. He eventually sneezed or something, was captured alive and then spent the remainder of the war as a POW.
We got into Poole and the remaining 51k to Chickerill was fine - no major hills. We did pass through the British Army Tank Training area - miles on both sides of us - we could hear the tanks churning away but couldnt see them, expecting any moment to see a British Leopard loom over the high mounds at the side of the road.
The drop into Weymouth is a sight to behold - the most beautiful sweeping views of Portland, but at 60kph it is too hard to stop for the photo with a queue of cars behind on a single lane!
The camp ground is a working farm on the water. All just beautiful. Great night. The most modern facilities we have ever seen. Each with a personal ensuite.
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