Once back in the car and safely off the Ferry we set off for the forty minute drive to Ernes and the gite that would be our home for the next week. Ernes by the by is a village not a place owned by a chap called Ernie and, according to the map, near the villages of Sassy close to Falaise. The husband did the driving and was going to while ever we were on French soil. Many a heated marital debate has occurred with me behind the wheel with everybody driving on the same side of the road. Me behind the wheel on the wrong side of the road and the husband as navigator had the makings of an international incident to match the ravages of WW2.

Historically speaking, we Brits and the French are not supposed to get on, volleying many an insult backwards and forwards over the centuries.