Once on board a good breakfast, followed by some larks on the deck. I was beginning to feel a bit better.
On arrival at Dover we had the most magnificent sent off from the port staff and police and friends and family who had turned up. We set our wheels determindly uphill and set out for the Battle Of Britain memorial at Capel Le Ferne. Keith was a godsend, helping me pant my way through the incline. What I did not know, was that this would be the final effort that would finish me off.
But best of all was what came next... A magnificent display from a Spitfire in D-Day landing colours.
We left for lanes rural through Kent. Stopping here for a fine Kentish Ale...
At the Naval memoriarl in Chatham some hours later I found these names on the plaques. Given my connection with Bletchley Park, I thought I should note them: