When we left on our ‘Thelma and Louise’ trip at the beginning of September, we shipped out to Ouistreham. We hadn’t been this way privately or work wise for over 4 years and as we came off the boat, we could have cried! The great unwashed scum laying on the grass wrapped in blankets (no doubt donated by the idiots in the UK) and as it was a Sunday afternoon and one of the last boats back for the ankle biters before returning to school, there was a big jam to get into the port. Each truck sat in the jam waiting to get into the port had a ‘police ■■■■■■’. That little wine cave just before the lights was doing no business as there must have been at least 20 ‘poor souls’ standing around there. Who is going to stop and shop there when you don’t know if they are going to cause you a problem? My wife was more upset as she said she has lovely memories of Ouistreham and it was sad to see it in such a state.