Sunny but very windy and we've walked our feet off up on the only hill and back along the edge of the sea to avoid the worst of the sandstorm.
We found a beautiful but lonely military cemetery at the top of the hill but tucked away down a little lane. There were British from all three services amongst numerous nationalities including one from a Maori regiment. There was even a section dedicated to German casualties, but the saddest was of Sophie Hilling age 34, a Sister in the Queen Alexandra nursing regiment whose headstone was on its own. I wonder why she wasn't laid to rest amongst the regiments.
Deauville has the most amazing buildings I've ever seen, with nothing out of place, no concrete monstrosities, everything so typically of the Normandy region. All the thatched houses have irises planted along the ridges, amusing but so colourful when in flower.
Travelling again tomorrow and may drop in to see the Pegasus Bridge before heading round Caen towards Bayeaux and on to our destination of Dinan for another two nights.
This is a picture of Deauville beach in a sandstorm, with the windbreaks in the distance looking like people.
Many thanks for the stars and heart yesterday.