The sun still came out and everything sparkled under the bright blue skies.
Brian had intentions of clay pigeon shooting so we duly set off to the club in Torteval. An hour and a half and we were truly lost.- So lost that we could not even find the sea!
After some very tense moments between driver and navigator we found a local cyclist who roared with laughter as well as trying to sound sympathetic.
Back on track we eventually found the hidden track to the shooting grounds to find they had finished shooting for the day. Never mind at least we know where to find it in 2 weeks time when they meet again.
"A holiday romance that lasted a lifetime...."
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