The camping is now well and truly over. It's actually rather pleasing when it rains every night - us secure in the knowledge that we have a roof over our heads that isn't made of (leaking) canvas! So we are in Dieppe, where there are a number of memorials dedicated to the Canadians, both here and in nearby Puy. The fair is in town (again), a huge affair with rides that look like they should be permanent, including a log-flume, but as we are already pretty damp to the core, we decide to give that a miss and instead walk to the top of the headland to look back on Dieppe and the surrounding area.
Puy seems to have been a very quaint little seaside town with hints of shops that have long closed down and a neighbourhood of lovely grand houses. We had hoped to have a bracing cliff top walk here, but there's no obvious access to the cliff tops. So we return to where the car is parked next to another, extremely well kept Canadian memorial (next to a very uninviting, angry, gale-force sea). It takes a few moments to think of those young men who came ashore - many to lose their lives very quickly or no doubt instantly, so we could freely meander around not just Puys but anywhere we choose.
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