Cabourg

They gave me a drink which nearly blew my head off, which was Calvados.

Tom was taken to Cabourg.

And this is where I met this young butcher and his wife, who said they were going to, uh, look after me for a few days, and where the mother gave me a, a way to save her son.

I'm sitting in a room in their house, butcher shop.

"Get on the bicycle and ride." Or, in French, but you got the message.

I knew there's trouble somewhere, and I only found out afterwards precisely what had happened.

This was this Pierre Dupont who went to Buchenwald, and he was a French army officer, demobbed, but he always carried a revolver, which he shouldn't have done, and he lived with his mother near the church in Cabourg.

He took me to the racecourse, and I was hidden in a hayloft, and a girl with a peg leg, a wooden leg, used to bring up some food up and take my slops away.

And even though I honestly prepared quite well for our trip, about a week and a few days in, All of a sudden, I started having this feeling like, what if I take this time off and I completely sabotage it and everything comes crashing down? It makes me laugh even now when I say it.

But I remember sitting in our hotel room in a place called Cabourg, which is a smaller kind of resort town in France, in Normandy.

And we had just been at the beach.

My kids had a fantastic time playing in the waves.