Bad dream

Okay, you know those bad dreams where you can't seem to get going? That's what it was like driving to and from Vimy. It should have taken 4 hours to drive there. We got lost because of an evil toll booth which caused us to go backwards twenty minutes.

We arrived in Arras for lunch. I think the waiter thought we were Americans because he abandoned us and we didn't get our lunch for 40 minutes.





Vimy was amazing. The craters, now covered with grass, had sheep wandering all over to mow the grass. People aren't allowed there because of unexploded shells. I guess sheep are expendable. The monument was huge. We went on a tour of actual trenches and tunnels. The only people allowed to sleep in the tunnel were officers and runners. Runners were soldiers who volunteered to run messages because telephone, telegraph, and pigeons were not always dependable. Runners had to wear a white armband and so were often targeted by enemy snipers. The life expectancy of a runner was 3-5 days. However, the pay was very good so many men volunteered.



Now I'm driving to Mont St. Michel. Kathleen is navigating this time! Tomorrow is our last day and we'll be spending it packing our carry-on size luggage with all our purchases! We intended to put clothing items on each of Don's golf clubs!

Here are some pictures of our cottage:







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