Travelling in the footsteps of heroes.

Thursday 5th June 20:45 hours. The weakening sun sinks slowly, bidding farewell to the day while casting an orange glow across the late evening sky. I check my uniform, making sure that all pockets are done up, boots clean and belts and buckles secured. I check my pack and I'm all set to go. I'm dressed in my Second World War British infantry uniform as I'm meeting re-enacting friends on the beach when we arrive in a few hours time. This is the trip I’ve been wanting to do for years but didn't think I'd make it. As I look down from the car park, the glints of headlights from motorcycles arriving at the ferry port flash a Morse-like signal as they navigate the rough ground at the entrance. Th

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