St Aubin-sur-Mer

It seems that no matter where we are in Normandy we always gravitate back to St Aubin! It's our place!
After packing up this morning (which didn't take as long as usual, we're getting better!!) we headed to the beach.
We sat at the restaurant while the Little Misses played on the beach. My mum and dad and Mr M joined us. It was lovely to see Mr M, it's been ages.
Miss L went into the sea and had fun splashing about in the waves. Miss E slipped on some seaweed and got in a tizz about having green slime on her dress and "all over her". She put Miss L's dress on, Miss L wanted her dress back when she got out, Miss E went a bit loopy. Sigh.
Lunch cheered everyone up a bit. Prawns again for Miss L (see extras), galette for Miss E, burgers and galettes for all the grown ups. Delicious!
The highlight for the Little Misses was their lemonade with strawberry syrup. Trés sophisticated!!
Just as we finished eating there was a wonderful fly past of World War Two aircraft. They flew over one by one down towards Caen and then they all came back again.
It was incredibly moving seeing and hearing them. They will have had veterans on them and you can't imagine a more different scene for them than the one they experienced seventy-four years ago. People playing on the beach, families eating and enjoying the sunshine.
There was a French family stood behind us watching and the Mummy told the young children to wave and call "Merci"!!!  It's lovely to think of the next generation continuing to keep the memories alive.
All too soon it was time to head back up to Calais for the train. We've been getting doomsday messages over the last couple of days saying how busy the Eurotunnel is going to be. After the delay on the way down I didn't want to risk missing the train we're booked onto and ending up hideously delayed. I was determined to leave by 2pm and we made it by 2.10pm. Go us!
The journey to Calais was painless and after taking Archie through the drive-thru Pet check in we checked ourselves in for the train. I took the Little Misses into the terminal for the toilet and ice creams and just as I started queuing for a cup of tea our train got called for boarding. Typical!
The journey from Folkestone to home was painless apart from a slight refuelling stress. Mr K wanted to stop as soon as we got off the train, I said that was stupid and it would be much more expensive and we should wait to the services further up the motorway. Then the gauge plummeted and Mr K got a bit hysterical (he's not a man who will take a five mile journey as long as the gauge says six. Because what kind of idiot would do that? Ahem.)
And the petrol was over 10p a litre more expensive than it had been at the terminal. Oops!
It was straight to bed when we got home. School and work tomorrow. Uuughhhh!!!