T Stands For Taking It Easy

Hi all, as you may know, I am still having to take it easy - I have my stool with a pillow on it for my foot to rest on and various boxes of 'stuff'  around me. One of the things I am doing is writing a journal (as well as my calendar journal) to record my recovery from the fall I had back in June. My elbow is looking much better and my grazed knee has a peculiar lump on it, which I guess will eventually look OK. My foot hurts less, it was very bruised as was the shin on my other leg but the bruising took a while to go!

Okay, so, enough of my predicament - I have more photos from France. I probably won't add many words as I sit rather awkwardly at the computer.

I am continuing our D Day beach visits 

These two photos were near Aromanches.

This was at the  British Normandy Memorial. 

The columns are full of names of those that fell in battle on the Normandy beaches - 22,442 over the 12 weeks of the Battle of Normandy

While there I was lucky to meet the man who made this installation - Standing With Giants - Dan Barton, a lovely sincere man who wanted to create something to make sure that we never forget those who suffered to give us the freedom we have today. 

They represent the 1,475 men who died on the beaches on D Day

Here are the two nurses who lost their lives tending the wounded and were killed on 7th August 1944.

This is where this memorial is located but there were also other signs for all of the other landing beaches

It was very moving to see theses figures against the backdrop of the beach.

After our visit to this area we travelled south to a gîte in Quistinic, difficult to find at first but with beautiful views and peace and quiet apart from birdsong. 

Here is the view from the breakfast table and is my ticket to join in at T Stands For Tuesday at Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog The Altered Book Lover. 

Talking of bird song - the loudest were the Blackbirds...but one female blackbird had a different agenda - she did not like cars. We watched on the first morning as she continually attacked the wing mirror - it was only when we went out that we saw the mess she had made down the side of the door. During our visit we saw her attack our car every day, even though we tried parking in different positions, she also attacked the cars in the garden opposite and when we mentioned it to the owner of the Gîte it seems that the blackbird attacked her car too,

Here is hubby coming in from cleaning dirt from the car one day!

 

I am hoping that tomorrow when I have my foot x-rayed that I will no longer need to wear the fracture boot.

Thanks for looking, Chris