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We stopped at Le Havre for the night after an excellent crossing on a drive on drive off
            ferry, “Dragon” which had sailed from Southampton. The Jaguar attracted attention right
            from the start.

            The hotel proprietor in Le Havre
            where we were to stay the night,
            suggested that such a car needed
            to be in a garage overnight and not
            just parked on the street. I had
            personal assistance in finding the
            multi story garage and parking the
            car in a suitable location.


            The next morning I had my first
            lesson in counting in French. Helen loved bears and a small chocolate shop next to the
            hotel had small chocolate bears in their window. I asked for 5 or thought I had, by the time
            the lady proprietor got up to 15 and stopped, I managed to explain with my fingers how
            many I really wanted.
            She vociferously illustrated that I had asked for 15 and not 5.
            We managed to leave with just 5 and to this day I have to think very carefully between the
            two!

                                                                 Journeying across Normandy and into
                                                                  Brittany took the whole of the next
                                                                  morning.
                                                                  As we changed from one
                                                                  department into the next we glimpsed
                                                                  the sea between rolling green cliff tops
                                                                  and the unforgettable first view of Saint
                                                                  Michael’s Mount island standing proud
                                                                  and dominating all around.

            Attractive ancient towns with their black and white “colombage” architecture were
            everywhere, most seemed to have their own castle in various forms of repair.


            The Hamon family had waited lunch for us. Armelle, Ruth’s pen friend of over 15 years and
            her brother Marcel were still living at home with their parents. As we neared Rennes, we
            had telephoned their home and Marcel had arranged to meet us just outside the city.
            Hamon ‘ Pere’, had just retired from his work as a police detective in Rennes and knowing
            our interest in commercial vehicles had arranged a special visit to the local Mercedes Benz
            commercial vehicle distributor for after lunch.


            RENNES
            This was a total eye opener for us. Especially as we had never been able to afford NEW
            lorries until this experience with Uniroyal.
            The local Mercedes dealer really looked after his clients. Obviously lorries are very
            expensive to buy and keep on the road. Any time they can not earn is catastrophic and
            consequently every effort was made to keep clients moving.
            Spare engines, gearboxes and most other large components were available on loan.
            (Slipped into your lorry while your own component was being repaired.)


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