This summer, driving back to Calais from our holiday in the Charente, we made a detour to visit Omaha Beach.
There wasn't much there: sea, sand, dunes, some children playing, a couple walking their dog - a peaceful summer's day.
The tide was in, so we just walked the margin. Mac took her shoes off and strolled in the water. "Hey, Hon!" I said, "Now you can say you waded ashore at Omaha Beach." She gave me a weak smile. I smiled too.
Up ahead, the boys were playing in the surf.
