Saying goodbye to family,Godmother support team.
Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
Where I stayed
In our tent in the rain
After sleeping restlessly in the mobile hone, Mikey and I set off in the sunshine to Quineville to have croissants and pain au raisin on the beach. I ate 3 and took 1 for the journey, cycling has so far made me ravenous all the time! Our support team was there of course and we left the, only to cycle a few miles and meet up again at Utah beach to look at the monuments. Took lots of pictures to put on the blog so that Year 5 can have a look when they cover D Day. The cycling was quite tough all along the coastal road with a very strong headwind and many hills, however surrounded by the history of the area, we didn`t feel like complaining and there was SO much to see. We did 40 miles before lunch, only stopping after 25 to eat the last croissants and an entire tube of energy sweets. Lunch at Grand Camp Maisie was delicious, croque madame and a well earned beer. Dad made best friends with an alsation called Layla and Rosie was fascinated by the man painting the road yellow. We suddenly realised we had to say goodbye and left swiftly so that we didnt all get to upset.(not possible) We cycled off, glad our parents had seen what our days would be like, and that Rosie was there to cheer everyone up. We carried on 10 miles to Surrain where the camping was great, but it chucked it down just after we got the tent up. Proved tent totally waterproof phew! Cooked ourselves tinned fish pasta and drank the champagne Rosie, Tiffy, Hollie and Sam had given us. Amazing start to our adventure alone, thank you godmother, god daughter and oldest friends.