Monday, 23 August 2010


We left our gallant heroes disembarking in Cherbourg. A quick scoot across Normandy saw them at the hotel in St Mare Eglise at 8.45pm, with the news that the restaurant shut at nine.
With no time to waste, it was straight into the dining room, much to the consternation of the local guests, who voted with their feet and left the committee to abuse the staff at their leisure. Food, but not too much drink was had, followed by a quick change and into town for mucho beero.

However, a grim, grim sight awaited them. Believe it or not, this was the busy end of town, about 10.15 on a Friday night.
Not a sausage.
Bugger all.
A heartfelt wail cut the still night air.


No beer at all.
Even the hotel bar was shut.

Our heroes pondered their fate.

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