Our friends, Carol and Jeff, and Wendy and Steve, went also, so we rode on the same bus (there were only two buses from the ship). The day started out cloudy, and as we left the port the heavens opened and it started pouring rain. The drive to Normandy took two hours so we held out hope the rain would stop.
By the time we arrived at the first stop, Juno Beach, where the Canadians landed, the rain had stopped. As you stand on the beach your mind can’t even begin to comprehend the horrors that occurred here. The thing that always strikes my heart strings is knowing how young most of the soldiers were on both sides. So much suffering and heartache and grief.
When we arrived at the city of Arromanche the clouds were breaking up and there was a little bit of blue sky and sunshine. It was here British soldiers built a portable harbor in order to deliver equipment and supplies to the soldiers who captured the beaches. I went into the museum and watched the film about it while Jim wandered around with his camera. It was quite an undertaking.
Because it was D-Day today there were small ceremonies going on, and a lot of vintage vehicles and people dressed up in uniforms.