D-DAY 75
Truth be told, I’d been wanting to attend the celebrations for some time, but money and time restraints looked like I’d be watching from afar. Then, at the last minute, the planets aligned, the pink elephant was viewed flying over the moon and I was heading south to catch a cross-channel ferry.
As I was so late and with no plans for accommodation, I elected sacrilegiously to throw the scooter in the back of a van so at least I would have somewhere dry to sleep as the weather forecast was looking slightly soggy. Arriving on the extreme eastern edge of the landing beaches, Ouistreham ferry port is ideally placed for quick tours of Normandy. As I’d already been over a number of times, I was most interested in watching the flypast and parachute jumps from 13 Douglas C47s that had grouped together as a memorial to the parachute drops that opened the early stages of the invasion.
I had a rough idea where some friends were staying, so I slowly made my way up the coast to the quaint little town of Port En Bessin with the hope of being able to book on to a campsite on the
