
In a slightly jumbled order, some images from days 1 & 2 of our ride now starting through France, most importantly of the German war cemetery near Marigny, where Jutta’s uncle Hans is buried.
Hans died on day 11 of Operation Overlord, just a month short of his 18th birthday, his gravestone in the beautiful, heartbreaking and carefully tended German cemetery remembering, like the other 6000, two dead soldiers.
So young.
Technically, our trip is going largely well, though not knowing we were meant to keep our Pendix batteries charged over the winter, we find they’re well down on last year’s capacity.
Just 50km each if there are any hills (which in Normandy there are), so the longer daily distances are going to be a challenge.
Also, I mustn’t leave Jutta behind again.
Near Utah beach (Juttah in Utta?), one of the two main landing points for the American army on June 6, 1944, I hadn’t realised that, alarmed by an approaching car as I manoeuvred our tandem across the road, she had climbed off.
Somehow, her weight doesn’t change how Daisy handles with panniers and trailer, and off I pedalled, chatting away to my absent stoker, stopping to check the empty saddle only 300 metres later when Jutta wasn’t answering.
In a huff, I wondered? She very nearly was, but we did smile…
Pictures with captions now speaking for themselves.


















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