Just as the most important convoy was beginning on Saturday I snapped my throttle cable, whilst I was fitting my spare Mark Towers came back pushing his M20 which had spat the rear chain out of the back.
On the Sunday I managed to be hanging about in the right place for an invitation for a cruise in Mitch Hickman's DUKW, from the deck of which we watched 11 WW2 Auster spotter planes land on the beach.
There were quite a few military motorcycles attending, and it was a really enjoyable weekend.