I've posted this over at UKGSer, but as there's a lot of interest over here about WWII and Normandy, and as you guys were pretty involved, I thought you might like your own copy. The last time I was in France on the bike I was on my old R100RS. It handled like a pig on a stick, but it was gorgeously made, beautiful and I still miss it. I was looking at a few photos of the trip a couple of Fridays ago and thought it was definitely time to go back - and take the 1100 this time. Problem was, I wanted to go with James (my business partner) again - but he didn’t have a bike. The conversation went a bit like this... “I fancy heading over to France again mate - reckon you could hire a bike?” “Yeah - why not? I’ll have a look on-line. Hang on a sec.” A few minutes passed before the concentrated silence was broken and he looked up, a big grin on his face. “Reckon we’ve got time to get to Swindon before 3 o’clock?” (we had a client meeting at 4). There was a mint CBR600 that James reckoned he could buy at not a lot more than the cost of a couple of weekend’s bike hire. By 3pm, James was its proud new owner (after all, the CBR suits him - he’s faster than me - lots faster), we had the ferry and hotels booked and were checking restaurant reviews for Bayeux. Perfect. So Thursday evening saw us at one of Portsmouth’s more classy establishments - the ETAP: It’s a bed. And it’s cheap. And ten minutes from the ferry port. What’s not to like? Seems some of the Lomax Owners’ Club think the same thing: So, we headed into Gunwharf for a couple of beers and some supper. A cracking pint of HSB at the Fuller’s place: After a few miles of channel... ...we’d swapped the grey skies of the UK for this: Luc sur Mer. We left the Panzer and James’ CBR in a parking space (free, of course, with no parking nazis - this is France and not the pointyheaded, moneygrubbing UK) and went to find lunch. It being France, lunch was, of course, well worth finding. So, suitably stuffed, we headed on. No particular direction, just bimbling. French roads seem to encourage bimbling. Lots of things to stop and see. Café to drink. Churches to look at. And, near Bayeux, even a Roman milestone - a real ancient monument: The ancient, Roman monument is the one in the background. The Roman road between the coast and Bayeux would have had a few of these. They measured the distance between towns - or forts - in paces. Handy when you’re marching. Not so handy when you’re travelling by Peugeot. Plenty of cars went past. No-one else stopped to look.