We had been looking forward to our holiday in the Orkneys, we were anticipating total relaxation in the peace and quiet. Our only concern was that my "wonky leg" would keep plodding on and that I'd be able to get on and off the plane.
Then, BANG, quite literally as that blessed volcano in Iceland blew it's top, our plans, along with thousands of other peoples', disintergrated. We had to decide what to do. Our bags were already packed, the fridge was empty, so I put my new map and the brochure, Walks in and around the Orkneys on the bookshelf for another day and grabbed the map of Normandy. The decision was made, we were off to France.