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After @MooN report on Verdun and others expressing an interest in the D-Day beaches I thought i'd bung up some photos of my trip in 2019. I had been trail riding down at my mates in the Lot area of France and on my way back up to the ferry at Cherbourg I decided to visit the beaches and that area. The morning started out dry but soon turned to rain which sort of added to the sombre atmosphere of the various sites. At some point I would like to go again sometime and spend longer at some of the memorials. Anyway, here are some photos........................

Hello Reggie

Around the Dagenham area Yen, were there houses that were built for the Ford workers and owned by the company ?

I want to say that's a great trip Chris and in some ways it is, but in another way it isn't. Anyway, I'm glad you got some time away by yourself and what briliant photos to explain the history to all of us. Out of interest, did you ask your neighbour (BMW man) if he managed to keep moving during the pandemic or did he have to hunker down in one particular country for any amount of time ?

Nice one @Grasshopper's Ride, lovely countryside

Looks cracking in the sunshine

Nice one Fred, how many fag stops did you have for Yoshi or has he given up the tabs now

You've dipped out there Pete, you should have taken that jacket cos It's newer that that thing you wear..................

Nice one Pete good to see someone getting out and about

It might be a blassing in diguise though Chris, you may end up having a job that's much easier on your body

My mate had a VFR like that, such a lovely smooth bike to ride

I hope they can find something to help you out in the long term Chris

When we used to be going to clubs in our early twenties there was a young lady of our acquaintance who was known as 'matchmakers' ( as long as she was out of ear shot). For our non-uk folks Matchmakers are a long thin chocolate candy that you buy in a box ............. Anyway, when I first enquired as to why she had received this nickname I was told that it was her fancy to have a matchmaker inserted into her frontal area (not her mouth) and then you had to eat it. This was a form a foreplay for her and no real sex action would begin until most of the box was empty A mate of mine was chosen one night by said lady and on the way to her flat was going into every corner shop desperately trying to secure a box of matchmakers. When they got back to her flat the games commenced but after a while she enquired as to why there were cruching noises and what the strange smell was ? He had failed to get any matchmakers and had substituted them for a bag of twiglets............... (twiglets are a savoury snack covered in marmite and definitely not covered in chocolate) He was immediately kicked out by the lady without getting a shag and was called a fucking cheapskate to boot

That's really not much of a story is it Pete, needs fleshing out a bit methinks...............

I can do a report on how I hopped out to the garage and back if you like

There's a lot of nothing out there, it looks strange to me as we don't really have any vast landscapes like that in UK

Ace, I don't think I've ridden the roman road for over 15 years. It's not the sort of lane you stop to take photos though

Usk lanes Fred ? I love those lanes around there.

It's a shame it wasn't now where everyone has a camera on their phone, had you got a photo of them you'd have surely got a fiver off the Daily Sport for that.

Yes, fair play to them, when it's an automated system it works well Because this car is a fresh import a human has to work it out , so far they've been trying to 'work it out' for 8 weeks now

I think it's more a case of them being annoying cunts, you'd fit in a treat working there

The 'collision avoidence ' on my Honda braked so hard one day that the deliveroo twat on the scooter behind me ended up on the pavement to avoid hitting me. Good luck to any pedestrians if this shit is no longer optional.

My only gripe at the moment is DVLA and how long it's taking them to process the registration of my new (to me ) car. I can't drive it or even insure it until they give me a UK registration number