On the way to Dunkirk, Noel's Jeep began to make a banging noise from somewhere in the transmission, which stopped after a short time. It had made the same noise on the 10th heading to Hull for the ferry. There was no obvious signs of distress, from the vehicle at least, so Noel, John and Malcolm turned around here and headed back to the campsite. 

After asking at a local Tourist Info office, we found that the Atlantic Wall Museum was actually in Oostend in Belgium, so Lynne and I continued North East, hoping to get there before it closed. Fortunately the museum was open until 6:00pm which gave us 90 minutes to look around by the time we got there. The site is a large complex of concrete gun emplacements and tunnels, 'though part of the area is rendered brickwork to give the Allies the impression of more concrete areas than were actually there. Many of the buildings have what looks like original markings on the walls, and several areas have been returned to their original condition.

Since we were now in Belgium, and perhaps not likely to be in that area again, we decided to make the hours drive across to Ypres to see the Menin Gate. We arrived around 7:00pm. Little can be said to best describe the memorial to the unknown soldiers lost during WW1. The lists of names seem to be endless, 'though by chance I came across my own name among the many.