Alligator Bay.........

Today we went to Alligator Bay, it's just near Mont St Michel. What a great visit. There are lots of turtles and lizards at the start. They lead the way into the snake house. I was a little worried that it would be like other reptile house that I had visited that were smelly and dirty. This one was very very clean and well laid out. They had a very novel way of getting up close to the snakes. You crawl under the case in a tunnel and pop your head up in a glass case. Being so close to a big snake is quite weird, after only seeing them on them tele before.

Then we went on to see the main attraction, the alligators. They did not disappoint, they are masses of them.

Well worth a visit.

Moving.......

Today we went to the American cemetry which is just down the road from our house. There are 4410 men buried there. It is looked after by the American goverment. There is not a blade of grass out of place. Each cross bears the name, regiment, place of birth and date of death. The second grave that I looked at freaked me out slightly because of the name on the cross.

My Dad's name was John Cook and mine is Martin as you know. What are the chances of finding this ?

When you stand there and look at all the crosses and think that all these men had parents, brothers, sisters, wives. Now they are laying in a foreign land alone.

We found one grave of a man who died on this very day, sixty five years ago. Someone had visited his grave and placed flowers on it.

You cannot help but feel humble amongst so many heros.