More rugby and the sweaties bomb out. Huge brunch to follow before we set off to Baupte where we hear there’s a classic car rally. On the way we see 3 classics waving as they pass and we’re clearly heading in the right direction. Without a pass or a badge we’re allowed in and slot into the space obviously vacated by the cars we’ve just seen. An admirer of the Frog immediately wants to see the engine and Nigel obliges, only to reveal a radiator gently squirting water upwards. 5-4-3! Eventually it stops, so we go and investigate the exhibitors cars. Sun, admirers of our vehicles and some absolutely stunning cars of all shapes and sizes, what more could a man want (beer). But what will we do with the Frog? Jean-Jacques owns an MGA and in a mixture of French and English we determine that he lives in Saint Lo which is near a radiator specialist and what’s more, as he is retired he’s keen to meet up and sort the problem tomorrow. In the meantime, gaffer tape seals the hole and mid-afternoon we decide to visit Utah beach so off we toddle saying ‘á demain’ to our friend Jean-Jacques. A very interesting look along the beach together with a walk makes us all agree we wouldn’t have been keen on landing unprotected as the Allies did. All the way back to the cottage without mishap and another healthy dinner (including some green stuff) before retiring at a respectable hour sees the day complete.
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